Luyện nghe bài hát On the Southside

(*talking*)
Screwzoo, what's the baby
Lil' up in here, putting it down
to hold it down, know I'm saying
Everybody out here, still to the fullest
You know I'ma it down fa sho
Aint no mo' being sad, we gon put it in face
Again and again, just like you say know I'm
We gon fa sho

Sitting low behind tints, to Southwest
I got a to the chest, penetrating the plex
And if a don't know, we Down South thugs
In the Dirty Third, that's off like slugs
Beating the boulevard, and in throwed cars
And talking on cellulars, three two broads
With a bad broad, up in the frame
You know Guerilla thugs, be down to pull stunts
On the first of the month, popped up like
And a nigga showing off, we pump up punks
Fin to dump, showing a nigga Lil' Trae don't
Blue over with a K, fin to make your day
Breaking the mic, since my
Like at Cornbread's, sipping the bar
Like Roy Jones, when he be a jaw
Like two dykes, in a tois
Lyrically, I can't be
can't see me, even if I was 3-D
I told you once, and I'ma say it out
S-L-A-B, be raw a pen
In the wind for the divid-ends, and a big body
With the bubble lens, moving it I-10
a spin, a Cardier with the blue lens
On my grind, steady all of my ends
I'm moving slow, turning head
So you I'm thoed, I'm fin to pop my do's
On glass 4's fin to pop my trunk, a lot of glow
I got a lot of flow, and a lot of
From the side to the block, I put
All of my ghetto motherfuckers, steady love
Throwing a deuce in the air, when they us
I you feeling us

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On the
Candy sprayed, looking so
and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you we holding it down

Niggas ready, for what we do
When I'm in my drop, or in the
up on the block, with grey on the blue
With 18's, and banging Screw
I don't give a damn, if y'all me
When it to rap, y'all can't fade me
A lot of y'all niggas, who we be
I'ma tell you once, you let me be
In the zone, I'm thoed off
Niggas think, that I fell off
But I gotta stay four steps, of y'all
So I feel plex, I'ma haul em off
3-65, I gotta watch my
Every song that I'm on, I bring
Gotta of a stop, making niggas squash the chat
I done proved my points, so you back back
From Guerilla 3D-2
Paid my dues, I'm in a store you
Staying true, when I'm thinking about
Everyday, I'ma loving you
Mayn, I it just don't stop
84's and slow, on chops
Lose the cops, I got a on knock
Please believe, headed to the top

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Living down in H-Town, I do my thang
I'm on the grind time, holding down my name
S.U.C. affiliated, niggas it
And I'm still on point, I'm gripping the grain
I put it all in your face, when I stay on the paper
And niggas wanna plex, cause I'm of the race
Better hold that down, I'm a real nigga
in the streets, so I'm clicked up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, and By-Bo
In the air like hydro, know
We so toed, kicking the do'
And like the say, I'm thinking you better let it go
Pulling up in the wide body fo' do', the missing top
So the hoes'll bop, roll stop and drop, you know I cock the
And for the P-A-T, you know we still rock
In the Coupe or foreign car, out
Screens on glow, out the stash spot
that's united for the cash, a lot
And for the love of Screw you, I'm on knot
That's everyday, and I'm it mayn
Ain't shit changed, I go get it
Come back it, and I won't quit
on a switch, representing for the click bitch

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