Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Uv Da Woods

[intro -
This is, mystikal and
I'm

I'm not for the big bucks, no way God dammit
You can't it!
Make em feel the impact and I even in miami
with my man 'nem in atalanta
And they me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
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 mean ass flow on top of bad
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 then I'm get the cannon
And the get God
Knuckle up boy, be no fucked boy
Me and guillotine we run some in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't back boy
I flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and 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 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 before I start pickin 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 represent my neck of the

Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah
and outkast, ha ha

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

boi]
All a the heat rise to the beat
To that that spit that street fire
Mystikal, andre and big boi takin em out of the park like mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and like toto
You're bitch made like
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a you cocoa
Like candy, go a song with brandy
But rhyming and double timing, what is you g?
I take my shot I pray my style is drunken
And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's be bumpin
you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with
My stamina's so sucka don't try to stop this
The family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare it's scarin me
But I live, gotta give one double o percent the rest yeah
That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that,

Yeah that east point never stop like that
All the way to

x 2

Hey, what's your
Andre 3000, the year to is already here
Must look beyond, from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, one
believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, oof!
In the of confused
of forgotten fate, county of the blues
Street generation x avenue
But generation y to the point that I drink
on a new one
Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe and some church socks
What if I you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see he finds
Then re-arrange and change things that's on mind
Would you swallow like fine or peanut butter?
Would you that I'm live and ask another?
Or no heat and run for cover?

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