Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

Uh, really 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 ain't real hip hop here
We wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz

So stay up there with that bullshit
This country rap tunes here nigga
Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground

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

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

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

Quit the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, gettin'
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
Gotta lot of respect fool, for the before me
But when my time came they act like they know me

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

Bought damn every record the motherfucker dropped
West coast music, East coast hip hop
Now our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them motherfuckers '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 past 'cause it's hurtin' your
And pass it over to the generation of fans

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

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

I from the get coke but I'm clockin' figures
Bitch hoe cock suckin'
And that for all you visitors too
If you like it down here, get the fuck on fool

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

It's some trash in the South but I you
From the East to the West, some of y'all too
As as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son
I can give a 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 with Willie D, UGK either
Disrespectin' the code, motherfuckers neither

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

To all the radio, TV and the press
Been hatin' on the like we ain't impress
Y'all think we came in the place, say man we in the state
Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, 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' in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat y'all 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 up on the wall
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, keep yo' pussy moist

I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin' drank, each 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 gotta buy y'all dope from us
So the fuck you bitch niggaz talkin' 'bout?

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

Bitch, say my name bitch, come to ya house
Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes
They put all records on one side of the store
And put all the country rap music on the other side of the
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 that shit
Them young gladiators go come get you too

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