Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

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

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

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

So y'all stay up there 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
down in ya records, you can eat a dick
up

Pushin' cocaine, servin' of weed
Steady stayin' on the
nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me
Because if you did, then you wouldn't be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I from the get coke but I'm still figures
Bitch hoe cock suckin'
And goes for all you visitors too
If you don't like it 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 be a danger
Catch you in person, bitch I'll yo' fingers

It's trash in the South but I promise you
From the East to the West, some of y'all 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' a rapper was the thing to be
You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK
Disrespectin' the code, motherfuckers neither

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

To all the radio, TV and the press
Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we impress
Y'all think we came in the place, say man we 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 us and puttin' grills in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat like bouncin' and twerkin'
But hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't

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 Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone
Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's 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
Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the man fuck the house
And y'all still gotta buy y'all from us
So what the fuck you bitch talkin' '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
that bullshit through the air

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

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

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