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

Know I'm sayin'? So since 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 with that
This country rap down here nigga
Young Pimp, Young Bun, Kingz

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

Pushin' cocaine, servin' pounds of
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 am I supposed to respect the man?
That talk down on every
You steady like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out
Say my name nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah

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

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

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

Bought damn 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 for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole
Probably they favorite rappers ain't in control
But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' hands
And pass it to the next generation of fans

And hatin' 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 standards and hypocrisy me of Massa
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get
You wanna run up with

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit sellin'
You what you sew and fuck you in ya pussy
talkin' that shit
Them young gladiators go get you too partner

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