Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Uv Da Woods

This is, and Outkast
I'm

I'm out for the big bucks and NO
You stand it!
Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in
with my man 'nem in Atlanta

And play me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
As I'm it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn tech nine,
Bitch I'm for jammin'

Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass on top of bad vocabulary
I through, intrude, move through distractions
hits and blows don't lose no traction

I threw a round off flip flop flip back at em
If a nigga clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God

Knuckle up boy, don't be no boy
Me and Guillotine we run some in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run boy
Bitch I'm a send you you can't come back boy

I bring to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and him in the dryer
I hit the door, I'm blowin' him southern band
And they always tryin' to find to say about the brother man

I em flip em and send em
Rhymes set you like I poured King Cobra over ya
what, this is a stick up
Give me back my shit I start pickin bricks up

Garbage better run for it
Don't come this way 'cause you can't on this side of the yard, (?)
And me for takin' it to em
So expect me to lay it and represent my neck of the woods

Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah
and Outkast, ha ha

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If it don't off in the club you can't rock
If it 808 in the trunk it ain't knock
If you round our of the woods you better stop
'Cause the people on the block gonna show you where to drop,

[Big
All a the rise to the beat wise
To that nigga that spit street fire
Mystikal, and Big Boi takin' em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like

You're made like Dorothy
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you
Like candy, go sing a song with
But rhyming and double timing, what is you G?

I take my thirteen shot I my style is drunken
And you know we doin' the big beat oh yeah it's gonna be bumpin'
Givin' you somethin' to beat the block with, meet the cops
My stamina's incredible so sucka try to stop this

The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family,
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare 'cause it's me
But I live, gotta give one O percent above the rest yeah
That fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH

Yeah know East Point never stop like that
All the way to

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Hey, what's name?
3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, from the center of the sun
for a gun, only one

Strong in self-preservation
Aahh, OOF!
In the State of
City of forgotten fate, of the blues

Street address Generation X
But Generation why high to the point that I
on a new one
Walkin' in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and church socks

if I told you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and change things on your mind
you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?

Would you that I'm live and ask another?
Or take no and run for cover?

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