Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's no room for everybody, a few niggaz is swole
Probably 'cause they favorite rappers in control
But just let go of the past it's hurtin' your hands
And pass it to the next generation of fans

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

I'm blastin' off on you like NASA
You standards and hypocrisy remind me of Massa
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya get hard
You wanna run up [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

I N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin' like a was the thing to be
You can't fuck with D, UGK either
the code, does motherfuckers neither

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

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

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

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

I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, drank, each teen night
In Benz, big blue lens, this bitch and fuck with her friend
cart, squeeze 'em out, bought 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, I'm talkin' 'bout?
Y'all niggaz on y'all period up bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
Sendin' that bullshit the air

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

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

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