Luyện nghe bài hát South In Ya Mouth

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

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

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

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

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

South, Parkway

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

What's my name name Big Stak Mac
Where I'm from from from? The T
What I claim claim? C.W.B.
So all bullshit you talkin' don't mean nothin' to me
G.B. and me fall up in the new
trippin', say my crew is actin' too crazy
Some me the coldest cracker 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 in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

South, Parkway

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

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

A I'll never be
I'm a representative of my community
In Tennessee we fuck around, buckle down
Hold down this Southern
H-town to Funkytown, world renowned
We the

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