Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Uv Da Woods

[intro -
is, mystikal and outkast
I'm

I'm not for the big bucks, no way God dammit
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 they know I bring the shit you feelin
As I'm it
I'm like the nba sore thumb on shop tech nine,
I'm known for jammin
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 flip 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 niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run boy
where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring to a four alarm 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 tryin to find something to say the brother man
I invent em flip em and em
Rhymes set you like I poured 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 me for takin it to em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my 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 rock
If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't
If you round our neck of the you better stop
'cause the people on the block gonna show you where to drop,

[big
All a the heat to the beat wise
To that nigga spit that street fire
Mystikal, andre and big boi takin em out of the park like mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you and small like toto
You're bitch like dorothy
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you
candy, go sing a song with brandy
But and double timing, what is you sayin g?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is
And you we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin
Givin you somethin to beat the block with, the cops with
My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to this
The family, merrily
is but a dream, I mean a nightmare '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 name?
Andre 3000, the year to fear is here
Must look beyond, sounds the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, one
believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, oof!
In the state of
City of fate, county of the blues
address generation x avenue
But y high to the point that I drink
on a new one
Walkin in my boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
What if I told you that if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see he finds
Then re-arrange and change things on your mind
Would you swallow like wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm and ask another?
Or take no heat and run for

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