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 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 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 don't be down with you bitch ass niggaz

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

All the O.G.'s recognizin' the real
I got for y'all but all you bitch 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, you wouldn't be lyin'

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

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

Well, it's been a 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 tried to tell ya about ya friends
Nigga I was givin' rap all my and my ends

Bought damn near every record the motherfucker
West coast music, East coast hip hop
Now our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some

There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is
Probably 'cause they favorite ain't in control
But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' hands
And pass it over to the generation of fans

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

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

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

They say you can't rap and they our intellect
Friendly ass niggaz bad on the Internet
Ain't typin' that much can't be a danger
you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers

It's trash in the South but I promise you
the East 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 a rap is from

I N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin' a rapper was the thing to be
You fuck with Willie D, UGK either
Disrespectin' the code, motherfuckers neither

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

To all the radio, TV and the press
Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we impress
Y'all think we in the place, say man we came in the state
Y'all shoulda 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 like us and puttin' in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat like y'all and twerkin'
But hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit workin'

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

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

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

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

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

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