Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Uv Da Woods

[intro -
This is, mystikal and
I'm

I'm not for the big bucks, no way miss God
You can't it!
Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in
Handlin my man 'nem in atalanta
And they play me 'cause know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
As I'm it
I'm like the nba sore thumb on shop tech nine,
Bitch I'm known for
mary, mary, mary
Put a mean ass on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move distractions
Withstand hits and blows don't lose no
I threw a round off flip flop flip flop at em
If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the
And the get God
up boy, don't be no fucked boy
Me and guillotine we run niggas in a big truck boy
Run boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm
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 tryin to find something to say about the brother man
I invent em em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra 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 come this way 'cause you can't walk on side of the yard, (? )
And me for takin 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

[hook - x 2
If it don't bump off in the you can't rock
If it ain't 808 in the it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods you better
'cause the people on the block gonna you where to drop, ahhhh

[big
All a the heat rise to the beat
To that nigga that spit that fire
Mystikal, andre and big boi takin em out of the like mark mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you and small like toto
bitch made like dorothy
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 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 don't try to stop this
The d-u-n-g-e-o-n family,
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare it's scarin me
But I live, gotta give one o percent above 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, your name?
Andre 3000, the to fear 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 address generation x
But generation y high to the point I drink
on a new one
Walkin in my silver boots, need a horn and some church socks
if I told you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and things that's on your mind
Would you swallow fine wine or peanut butter?
you holler that I'm live and ask another?
Or take no and run for cover?

x 3