Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Uv Da Woods

[intro -
is, mystikal and outkast
I'm

I'm not for the big bucks, no way miss God
You stand it!
Make em feel the impact and I even in miami
Handlin with my man 'nem in
And they play me 'cause they know I the kinda shit you feelin
As I'm it
I'm like the nba thumb on pawn shop tech nine,
Bitch I'm known for
mary, mary, mary
Put a ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move through
Withstand hits and blows lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flip flop back at em
If a comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God
Knuckle up boy, don't be no boy
Me and we run some niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't back boy
I bring flames to a four fire
I wash him up and him out and throw him in the dryer
I hit the door, I'm him like southern band
And they always to find something to say about the brother man
I invent em flip em and em
Rhymes set you jumped like I king cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a up
me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up
Garbage better run for it
Don't come this way 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 trunk it ain't
If you round our of the woods you better stop
'cause the people on the block show you where to drop, ahhhh

boi]
All a the heat rise to the wise
To that nigga that spit street fire
Mystikal, andre and big boi takin em out of the park mark mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and like toto
You're made like dorothy
You in a soroioty, I'm a call you cocoa
Like candy, go sing a song with
But rhyming and double timing, what is you g?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my is drunken
And you we doin 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 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 scarin me
But I live, give one double o percent above the rest yeah
daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, yeah

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

x 2

Hey, what's name?
Andre 3000, the year to fear is already
Must look beyond, sounds from the of the sun
Reason for a gun, one
Strong in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, oof!
In the state of
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 told you even if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see what he
re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you swallow fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm and ask another?
Or no heat and run for cover?

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