Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Uv Da Woods

This is, and Outkast
I'm

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

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

Smoke Mary, Mary,
Put a ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, through distractions
Withstand hits and blows don't no traction

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

up boy, don't be no fucked boy
Me and we run some niggas in a big truck boy
Run boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't back boy

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

I invent em flip em and em
Rhymes set you jumped I poured King Cobra over ya
Guess what, is a stick up
Give me back my shit before I start bricks up

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

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

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

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

bitch made like Dorothy
You in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa
Like candy, go a song with Brandy
But and double timing, what is you sayin G?

I take my thirteen I pray my style is drunken
And you know we doin' the big oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin'
Givin' you somethin' to beat the block with, meet the cops
My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to this

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

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

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Hey, your name?
Andre 3000, the year to is already here
look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, one

believer in self-preservation
Aahh, OOF!
In the of confused
of forgotten fate, County of the blues

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

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

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

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