Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Uv Da Woods

[intro -
This is, and outkast
I'm

I'm not for the big bucks, no way miss God
You can't it!
Make em feel the impact and I even in miami
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 thumb 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, move distractions
hits and blows don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flop 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 I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the
I hit the door, I'm him like southern band
And always tryin to find something to say about the brother man
I em flip em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra ya
Guess what, is a stick up
Give me my shit before I start pickin bricks up
mc's better run for it
Don't come this way 'cause you can't on this side of the yard, (? )
And respect me for it to em
So expect me to lay it and represent my neck of the woods

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

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

[big
All a the heat rise to the beat
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 and small like toto
You're bitch made like
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a you cocoa
Like candy, go sing a song with
But rhyming and double timing, is you sayin g?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is
And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's be bumpin
Givin you to beat the block with, meet the cops with
My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to this
The family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I a nightmare 'cause it's scarin me
But I live, gotta give one double o percent above the rest
That fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, yeah

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

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Hey, what's your
Andre 3000, the to fear is already here
Must look beyond, from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, one
Strong believer in
Aahhhhh, oof!
In the state of
of forgotten fate, county of the blues
Street generation x avenue
But y high 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 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 or peanut butter?
you holler that I'm live and ask another?
Or take no and run for cover?

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