Luyện nghe bài hát Represent 4 The South

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

Ross:]
I'm not a thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat
Still sellin' dubs nigga, that's
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's
I had to pawn my to grab a half ounce
10 years later, time for me to out
You wit a dope dealin' dictator
Fuck traffickin' nigga, I get the catered
See the clique tailored, only the shit
I wit' Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on a late
I used to reel em in wit da straight white
Now I'm 6, 17 a li'l Beamer
First foreign car, far from a lil'
Daddy severed his
I think momma quit 'im cuz he wasn't shit

[Lil'
Money to be best believe a nigga glockin'
I run it like a quarterback option
I pitch 'er ten g's, tell a 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 try'na marry Betty
A on the way you know my whip game proper
And off of one key, I see seventy thousand
Now I was dice, smokin on a joint
I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight
We here hustlin, we over here grindin
You rap bout money and a might sign you
Rap bout me and a might find you
Banana in ya ass wit ya head right ya
game bitch, let his momma worry about him
You can at me, a fee!

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