Luyện nghe bài hát Ova Da Wudz

Something's gotta

Yeah, you know I'm sayin'?
Herring homes, unh, martel homes, homes, tekwood
Luther king, bankhead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poof, back in the world where birds fly
From Miami by way of Cuba to wants to get that high
There's clouds of clowns, of G's
Projects, with playas meditating on their knees

Just to them ends meet, like ground beef
You won't believe the shit that attempt
'Cause they got other mouths to
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 travel far, tha star 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
travel far, tha southern star shines

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

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

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