Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

Uh, it's really goin' down in the bitch
nigga, we know hip hop and rap
And all that shit started in the motherfuckin'

Know I'm sayin'? Then it went to the West
And did it a little bit better
Know I'm But now it's our time
To shine down nigga

Know I'm sayin'? So y'all niggaz keep sayin'
We ain't hip hop down here
We don't be down with you bitch ass niggaz

So y'all stay up there with that
country rap tunes down here nigga
Young Pimp, Bun, Underground Kingz

All the O.G.'s that's the real
I got love for y'all but all you bitch ass
Talkin' in ya records, you can eat a dick
up

Pushin' cocaine, pounds of weed
stayin' on the grind
Pussy nigga can't say he ain't me
if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'

But how in the hell am I to respect the man?
That down on every song
You steady actin' like a bitch, you cryin' your eyes out
Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the on, on, ooh yeah

Quit the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, money
Quit the South, baby
hatin' the South

Well, it's been a long my nigga, I shouldn't have left you
I some real trill shit to go left to
Gotta lot of respect fool, for the before me
But when my time came they act they ain't know me

I've been down with rap music since Cold and Melle
Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the
Back when Whodini tried to tell ya ya friends
I was givin' rap all my time and my ends

Bought damn near record the motherfucker dropped
coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop
Now it's our to shine and the tables is turned
Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' burn

There's no room for everybody, a few niggaz is swole
Probably 'cause they rappers ain't in control
But let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands
And pass it over to the next of fans

And quit the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, money
Quit hatin' the South,
Quit the South

I'm blastin' off on you hoes like
You double and hypocrisy remind me of Massa
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get
You wanna run up with

I from the get but I'm still clockin' figures
Bitch hoe cock suckin'
And that for all you visitors too
If you don't like it down here, get the on fool

They say you can't rap and they questionin' our
Friendly ass jumpin' bad on the Internet
Ain't nobody typin' that much be a danger
Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo'

It's some trash in the South but I you
From the East to the West, of y'all garbage too
As long as the beat knock and the hot, son
I can a rat's ass where a rap is from

I N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin' like a rapper was the to be
You can't fuck Willie D, UGK either
Disrespectin' the code, does motherfuckers

hatin' the South, baby
We gettin' in the South, gettin' money

To all the radio, TV and even the
Been on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress
Y'all think we in the place, say man we came in the state
Y'all shoulda to Andre, bitch we got somethin' to say

And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's
I see y'all tryin' rap like us and puttin' in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat y'all bouncin' and twerkin'
But hoe we know goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'

I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the
Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my up in her jaw
I'm Sweet Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the
Player's choice, silver Royce, yo' bitch's pussy moist

I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, drank, each teen night
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck her friend
Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, the ranch man fuck the house
And y'all still buy y'all dope from us
So what the fuck you bitch niggaz 'bout?

All you ole ass niggaz, know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Y'all on y'all period up there bitch
Know I'm talkin' 'bout? Y'all hide behind them addresses
Sendin' bullshit through the air

Bitch, say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya
how you feel, country rap tunes nigga
They put all y'all records on one side of the
And put all the rap music on the other side of the store
And see who sell out

Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit sellin'
You reap what you sew and fuck you in ya
Keep that shit
Them young gladiators go come get you too

Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it
Pimp