Luyện nghe bài hát South In Ya Mouth

Look this is the world's debut of damn fools
Stak and Blac, tic for tac, all racial rules
And ain't too much, with that 'cuz if it is, gone speak the truth
Please don't tell 'em wrong 'cuz if you do, then you you through
Bitches I'ma grown ass man makin' man moves
Don't get it wrong, damn fools, hard on ya too
We ain't gone with this shit, same label and shit
brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit

Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right
(White-black)
And if you hit me, gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that
Shit we might fight cats, beat you to the fact, Jack
you for callin' the authorities
(Take that)
Me, I ain't facin' blood on the baseball bat
Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo they Stak
G'wan wit'cha bad self put that South all in mouth
Tell through the East of Tennessee before we work it out

Put the in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya

South, Parkway

TaylorMade, see they be too in the place to be
Chiefin' trees, drinkin' crown, actin' bad, loud
Push and shove the crowd talkin' shit, so what's up now?
They don't want it, no, they want it
I know alot of y'all wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white
They don't know by now, brotha let me it down for ya, tough dude
If you don't love me, mane you
Comin' like a train, boy, not a game

my name name name? Big Stak Mac
Where I'm from from The terrible T
I claim claim claim? C.W.B.
So all that bullshit you don't mean nothin' to me
G.B. and me fall up in the new
Security trippin', say my crew is actin' too
Some call me the coldest and I just may be
I'm like Jigga down here, call me big

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya

Put the South in ya mouth, put the in ya mouth

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya

South, Parkway

So if you wanna know, God damned thang about us country folks
green dreams, eat it up, 'cuz we got some more
Put some dirty South, real until you leakin' grease
Boy it, bustin' loose, tryin' to get to me
Barbecues, hoes, rims, paint, braids, fades, boy
Hay in the barn everyday in the boy
Counter that, runnin'? I'll be damned if run trick
Down fifty-one from the law, 'til I'm free

Corn on the cob, ribs on the grill, salad
Straps in the park, at a cookout I'll let a hater it
Constantly seen on the scene, my neighborhood
Kept it with my people like I always said I would
Dirty white boy up in the mix
to separate the real from the counterfeit tricks
Counterfeit cliques go platinum, on the cats starve
But that's how the industry is, how the people are

A celebrity I'll be
I'm a representative of my community
In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle
Hold down this town
From H-town to Funkytown, world
We the

Put the in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

Put the in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth
Put the South in ya mouth, put the in ya mouth
Put the in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth