Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

Uh, it's really goin' down in the 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 bit better
Know I'm sayin'? But now it's our
To down here nigga

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

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

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, servin' pounds of
stayin' on the grind
Pussy can't say he ain't hatin' me
Because if you did, then you be lyin'

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

Quit hatin' the South,
We paper 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 real trill shit to go to
lot of respect fool, for the ones before me
But when my time came they act 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 tried to tell ya ya friends
I was givin' rap all my time and my ends

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

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

I'm blastin' off on you hoes like
You double standards and remind me of Massa
We good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard
You wanna run up with

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

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

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

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

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

To all the radio, TV and the press
hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't 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 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 on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'

I'ma O.G. Ball, write my name up on the wall
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, Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist

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

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

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

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

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