Luyện nghe bài hát Represent 4 The South

[Chorus: Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2]
I for the South
My is the shore
golds in my mouth
Bring my and my charm
I'm as hot as it get
I'm the in charge
and ya oughta show respect
I represent for da

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

[Lil'
Money to be made best a nigga glockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback
I pitch 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go
She buy herself clothes and she brought me back on chopper
Niggas try'na kick it but no I play soccer
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, smokin on a
I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight
We over hustlin, we over here grindin
You rap bout money and a nigga might you
Rap bout me and a might find you
Banana in ya ass wit ya right behind ya
Dope game bitch, let his momma worry him
You can at me, a fee!

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