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 the impact and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin' with my man in Atlanta

And they play me 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 known for

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

I threw a round off flop flip flop back at em
If a nigga comin clown I'm going 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 come 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 him like southern band
And they always tryin' to find something to say about the man

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

Garbage mc's run for it
Don't this 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 don't off in the club you can't rock
If it ain't 808 in the it ain't knock
If you round our of the woods you better stop
'Cause the people on the block gonna show you to drop, ahhhh

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All a the heat rise to the beat
To nigga that spit that street fire
Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin' em out of the park 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 sing a song with
But rhyming and timing, what is you sayin G?

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

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

Yeah know that East Point stop like that
All the way to

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Hey, what's your
Andre 3000, the year to fear is here
Must look beyond, sounds from the of the sun
for a gun, only one

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

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

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

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

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