Luyện nghe bài hát Ova Da Wudz

Something's give

Yeah, you know what I'm
Herring homes, unh, homes, carver homes, tekwood
Martin king, bankhead

Under-cover, over da and thru tha woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be southern playas
the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now

You up to par and ready fo yo
I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's up a session
Like Tri-City school, was pullin' 'em in a broke down Rabbit
I spit a couple of and layin' 'em down was just a habit

Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we up
Talkin' about the click will get you laid down hella up
Hootie hoo slapped ya across the cheek wit Isotoners
And went to tell yo and yo pop that you was a goner

Tell 'em Big Boi did it, I swear nigga be rhymin'
lyric that he spit be turnin' charcoals into diamonds and pearls
Girl when you givin up them draws,
I got a couple of niggaz down the hall that hit it too

I'm not the type to be actin'
Set it out and let it out and I'll be back just like Elvis
the postman rings twice
Hey Mr.

Power, power, I come gimme
Tha voice over drums, we from, A.T.L.
Put tha S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha southern shines

Power, power, I come some
Tha deadly voice drums, we from, A.T.L.
Put tha S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car
Let's far, tha southern star shines

Everybody wanna get signed, but, to tell you
Record companies act like
paid off what we made
When we the ones that's fly blimps

But no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look here
Just willin' to get what I deserve my kids to have a
And a little house, with a dog in the backyard "woof-woof"
Who knows I'ma say soon's I leave this recording booth

Poof, back in the real world birds fly
From by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high
clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Projects, packed with playas meditating on knees

Just to them ends meet, like ground beef
You won't the shit that niggaz attempt
'Cause they got other to feed
they own

Power, power, I come gimme
Tha voice over drums, we from, A.T.L.
Put tha S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha star shines

Power, power, I gimme some
Tha deadly over drums, we from, A.T.L.
Put tha S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha star shines

There's some hoes in this house, right
I'm about the way you skull me, guzz me
Suckin' me dry deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips
Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money

Shakin' ass for daddy puttin' this gas off in my Cadillac
Back, don't ever snap, packin' the gats and whores
Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm
Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your fuckin'
You ol' pussy-ass nigga,

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