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 started in the motherfuckin' East

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

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

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

All the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the
I got love for but all you bitch 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 ain't me
Because if you did, then you be lyin'

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

Quit the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, gettin'
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 to go left to
lot of respect fool, for the ones before me
But when my time they act like they ain't know me

I've been down with rap 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 time and my

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

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

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

I from the get coke but I'm clockin' figures
Bitch hoe suckin' nigga
And that 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
Friendly ass jumpin' bad on the Internet
Ain't nobody typin' that much be a danger
Catch you in person, bitch I'll yo' fingers

some trash in the South but I promise you
From the East to the West, some of y'all too
As long as the 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' a rapper was the thing to be
You can't fuck with D, UGK either
Disrespectin' the code, does neither

hatin' 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 we came in the place, say man we came 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' 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'

O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall
Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my up in her jaw
I'm Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone
choice, silver 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 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 dope us
So what the fuck you bitch niggaz talkin'

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

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

Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit sellin'
You reap 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 about it bitch
Pimp