Luyện nghe bài hát Ova Da Wudz

Something's gotta

Yeah, you know I'm sayin'?
homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood
Martin king, bankhead

Under-cover, over da hills and tha woods I go
green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be southern playas
Remember the socks, aerobic 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 down
I spit a couple of words and layin' 'em was just a habit

Just smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talkin' about the click will get you laid hella swoled up
Hootie hoo ya boyz across the cheek 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 that he spit be turnin' charcoals diamonds and pearls
Girl you givin up them draws, 'cause
I got a couple of down the hall that wanna hit it too

I'm not the type to be actin'
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 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

Power, power, I come 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

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

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

Poof, back in the world where 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 their

to make them ends meet, like ground beef
You won't believe the shit that attempt
'Cause they got other mouths to
they own

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 star 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
travel far, tha southern star shines

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

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

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