Luyện nghe bài hát South In Ya Mouth

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

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

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

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

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

South, Parkway

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

What's my name name name? Big Mac
Where I'm from from from? The T
What I claim claim C.W.B.
So all that you talkin' don't mean nothin' to me
G.B. and me fall up in the new
Security trippin', say my crew is too crazy
Some me the coldest cracker and I just may be
I'm like Jigga here, call me big Hay-Z

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

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

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

South, Parkway

So if you wanna know, every God damned thang us country folks
Collard green dreams, eat it up, we got some more
Put some dirty South, real deep until you 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 I'ma run
Down fifty-one from the law, 'til I'm bitch

on the cob, ribs on the grill, potato salad
Straps in the park, at a I'll let a hater have it
seen on the scene, throughout my neighborhood
Kept it real with my people like I always said I
Dirty white boy up in the mix
Tryin' to separate the real the counterfeit tricks
Counterfeit cliques go platinum, on the real starve
But how the industry is, how the music people are

A celebrity never be
I'm just a representative of my
In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle
down this Southern town
From to Funkytown, world renowned
We the

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

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