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 wrong 'cuz if you do, then you you through
Bitches I'ma ass man makin' grown man moves
Don't get it wrong, fools, Stak hard on ya too
We ain't gone play this shit, same label and shit
Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this

Like piano keys, two junkies, be right back
(White-black)
And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and won't like that
Shit we might just fight cats, 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 come Stak
G'wan wit'cha bad self put that all in they mouth
Tell them the East of Tennessee before we work it out

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

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South, yeah

TaylorMade, see be too deep in the place to be
trees, drinkin' crown, actin' bad, talkin' loud
Push and through 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 boy?
don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude
If you love me, mane fuck you
like a train, boy, it's not a game

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 that bullshit you talkin' mean nothin' to me
G.B. and me up in the new daisies
Security trippin', say my is actin' too crazy
call me the coldest cracker and I just may be
I'm like Jigga down here, call me big

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

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South, Parkway

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

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

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

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

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