Luyện nghe bài hát Represent 4 The South

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

[Rick
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat
I don't give a fuck, push ya hat back
sellin' dubs nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain to grab a ounce
10 years later, for me to cash out
You dealin' wit a dealin' dictator
Fuck traffickin' nigga, I get the catered
See the tailored, only the Gucci shit
I wit' Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom on a late nights
When I used to em in wit da straight white
Now I'm 6, 17 with a li'l
First foreign car, far from a lil'
Daddy severed his
I think quit 'im cuz he wasn't makin shit

[Lil'
to be made best believe a nigga glockin'
I run it myself a quarterback option
I pitch 'er ten g's, a bitch to go shoppin
She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back on
Niggas try'na kick it but no I don't play
I'm all about my cake, I'm 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 five straight
We over here hustlin, we over grindin
You rap bout money and a nigga might you
Rap me and a nigga might find you
Banana in ya ass wit ya head behind ya
Dope bitch, let his momma worry about him
You can at me, a fee!

[Young
Snowman bitch (bitch), need I say (more)
When you get done with these, look I got more (haha)
Still got blow money, cause nigga I know (money)
Now I'm on the road gettin' a show money
Still sittin' on bricks (bricks), wrapped in duct tape (tape)
30 flat, I could bake a whole cake
Got a pocket of stacks, safe full of blocks
When they cam through, look the on the watch
out belt buckle, they never had a chance
Drop sixty grand, to hold up my pants
Still got da Chevy, spent a grip on the
Twelve carats in my ears just the show 'em I stand fo' (hey!)