Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

Uh, it's really goin' down in the bitch
nigga, we know hip hop and rap
And all shit started in the motherfuckin' East

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

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

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

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' of weed
Steady stayin' on the
Pussy nigga can't say he hatin' me
if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'

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

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

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

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

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

There's no room for everybody, a few niggaz is swole
'cause 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' paper in the South, getting'
Quit hatin' the South,
hatin' the South

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

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

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

It's some trash in the but I promise you
the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too
As long as the beat and the lyrics hot, son
I can a rat's 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

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

To all the radio, TV and the press
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 shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got to say

And all you washed up rappers, you ain't it's about
I see y'all rap like us and puttin' grills 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
Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my up in her jaw
I'm Sweet Jones, fucked a clone, 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 night
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck her friend
Candy cart, 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house
And y'all still gotta buy dope from us
So what the you bitch niggaz talkin' 'bout?

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

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

Bitch ass nigga, ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'
You what you sew and fuck you in ya pussy
talkin' that shit
Them young go come get you too partner

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