Luyện nghe bài hát Ova Da Wudz

Something's give

Yeah, you know what I'm
Herring homes, unh, martel homes, homes, tekwood
Martin Luther king,

Under-cover, da hills and thru tha woods I go
Like green lights, a southern that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them southern
Remember the socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now

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

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

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

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

Power, power, I come gimme
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 travel far, tha southern shines

Power, power, I gimme 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 travel far, tha southern star

Everybody wanna get signed, but, here to you
Record act like pimps
Gettin' paid off we made
we the ones that's fly like blimps

But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look
willin' to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother
And a little house, a dog in the backyard goin' "woof-woof"
Who knows what I'ma say I leave this recording booth

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

Just to make them ends meet, ground beef
You won't believe the that niggaz attempt
they got other mouths to feed
Besides own

Power, power, I gimme some
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 far, tha southern star shines

Power, power, I gimme some
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 star

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

Shakin' that ass for daddy puttin' this gas off in my
Back, ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores
Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm
in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your fuckin' necklace
You ol' pussy-ass nigga,

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