Luyện nghe bài hát On the Southside

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

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

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On the
sprayed, looking so live
84's and vogues, we
Screwzoo, you know we holding it

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

- 2x]

Living down in H-Town, I gotta do my
I'm on the grind full time, holding my name
S.U.C. affiliated, hate it
And I'm still on point, I'm gripping the grain
I put it all in face, when I stay on the paper chase
And niggas plex, cause I'm ahead of the race
Better hold that down, I'm a real nigga
Educated in the streets, so I'm up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, and By-Bo
In the air hydro, they know
We so toed, kicking the do'
And the Z-Ro say, I'm thinking you better let it go
Pulling up in the wide fo' do', with the missing top
So the hoes'll bop, roll and drop, you know I cock the glock
And for the P-A-T, you know we still body
In the Coupe or foreign car, out
Screens on glow, coming out the stash
Soldiers that's for the cash, a lot
And for the of Screw you, I'm riding on knot
everyday, and I'm loving it mayn
shit changed, I gotta go get it
Come back with it, and I quit
Sideways on a switch, representing for the click

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