Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

Uh, it's really goin' 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 went to the West
And they did it a little bit
I'm sayin'? But now it's our time
To shine down here

Know I'm sayin'? So since y'all niggaz 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 bullshit
This country rap tunes down nigga
Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz

All the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the
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
Steady stayin' on the
nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me
Because if you did, you wouldn't be lyin'

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

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

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

I've been down with rap music since Cold and Melle
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 near every the motherfucker dropped
West coast gangsta music, coast hip hop
Now it's our time to shine and the is turned
Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we some burn

no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole
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 next of fans

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

I'm blastin' off on you like NASA
You standards and hypocrisy 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 from the get coke but I'm clockin' figures
Bitch hoe cock suckin'
And goes for all you visitors too
If you don't it down here, get the fuck on fool

They say you rap and they questionin' our intellect
Friendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the
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 long as the beat and the lyrics hot, son
I can give a ass where a rap is from

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

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

To all the radio, TV and even the
Been on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress
Y'all think we came in the place, say man we in the state
Y'all shoulda to Andre, bitch we got somethin' to say

And all you up rappers, you ain't what it's about
I see tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat like bouncin' and twerkin'
But hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that ain't workin'

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

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

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

Bitch, say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya
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 other side of the
And see who out first

Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own ya shit ain't sellin'
You reap what you sew and you in ya pussy
talkin' that shit
Them young gladiators go come get you too

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