Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

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

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

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

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

All the O.G.'s that's the real
I got for y'all but all you bitch ass niggaz
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
Because if you did, then you wouldn't be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm blastin' off on you like NASA
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 [Incomprehensible]

I from the get coke but I'm still figures
hoe cock suckin' nigga
And goes for all you visitors too
If you don't it down here, get the fuck on fool

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

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

I N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin' a rapper was the thing to be
You fuck with Willie D, UGK either
Disrespectin' the code, does motherfuckers

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

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

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

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

I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin' drank, teen night
In Benz, big blue lens, this bitch and fuck with 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 sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm 'bout?
Y'all on y'all period up there bitch
Know I'm talkin' 'bout? Y'all hide behind e-mail addresses
Sendin' bullshit through the air

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

Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya ain't sellin'
You what you sew and fuck you in ya pussy
Keep talkin' shit
Them gladiators go come get you too partner

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