Luyện nghe bài hát South In Ya Mouth

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

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

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

South, Parkway

TaylorMade, see be too deep 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 know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude
If you love me, mane fuck you
Comin' a train, boy, it's not a game

What's my name name? Big Stak Mac
I'm from from from? The terrible T
What I 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
call me the coldest cracker and I just may be
I'm like down here, call me big Hay-Z

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

South, yeah

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

Corn on the cob, ribs on the grill, potato
Straps in the park, at a cookout let a hater have it
Constantly on the scene, throughout my neighborhood
Kept it with my people like I always said I would
Dirty boy caught up in the mix
Tryin' to separate the real from the tricks
cliques go platinum, on the real cats starve
But how the industry is, how the music people are

A I'll never be
I'm just a representative of my
In Tennessee we fuck around, buckle down
Hold down this Southern
From H-town to Funkytown, world
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 in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth