Luyện nghe bài hát Represent 4 The South

[Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)]
I for the South
My is the shore
couple golds in my
Bring my dance and my
I'm as hot as it get
I'm the in charge
and ya oughta show respect
I for da South

Ross:]
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat
I don't a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
Still dubs nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that
I had to pawn my chain to grab a half
10 years later, for me to cash out
You dealin' wit a dope dealin'
traffickin' nigga, I get the shit catered
See the tailored, only the Gucci shit
I fucks wit' Damon, I'm in the kid
My mom on a late nights
When I to reel em in wit da straight white
Now I'm 6, 17 with a li'l
First foreign car, far from a dreamer
severed his relationship
I think momma quit 'im cuz he wasn't makin

[Lil'
Money to be made best believe a nigga
I run it myself like a quarterback
I 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin
She buy herself clothes and she brought me back on chopper
Niggas try'na kick it but no I don't play
I'm all my cake, I'm try'na marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my game proper
And off of one key, I see seventy thousand
Now I was shootin dice, on a joint
I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit straight points
We here hustlin, we over here grindin
You rap bout and a nigga might sign you
Rap bout me and a nigga find you
Banana in ya ass wit ya head right ya
Dope game bitch, let his worry about him
You can at me, a fee!

[Young
bitch (bitch), need I say more (more)
When you get done these, look I got twenty more (haha)
Still got blow money, nigga I know money (money)
Now I'm on the gettin' fifty a show money
Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), in duct tape (tape)
30 minutes flat, I could bake a cake
Got a pocket of stacks, safe full of blocks
they cam through, look the stones on the watch
Iced out belt buckle, they had a chance
Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my
got da Chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo
Twelve carats in my ears the show 'em what I stand fo' (hey!)