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 rules
And ain't too much, with 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
Don't get it wrong, fools, Stak hard on ya too
We ain't gone play with shit, same label and shit
Like brothers, 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 like
Shit we might just fight cats, you to the fact, Jack
Provokin' you for callin' the
(Take that)
Me, I facin' that blood on the baseball bat
Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo come Stak
G'wan wit'cha bad put that South all in they mouth
Tell them through the East of 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 South in ya

South, Parkway

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

What's my name name? Big Stak Mac
Where I'm from from? The terrible T
What I claim claim? C.W.B.
So all that bullshit you talkin' mean nothin' to me
G.B. and me up in the new daisies
trippin', say my crew is actin' 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 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

So if you wanna know, every God damned thang about us country
Collard green dreams, eat it up, 'cuz we got 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 barn everyday in the boy
Counter that, runnin'? be damned if I'ma run trick
Down fifty-one from the law, I'm free bitch

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

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

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