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, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, speak the truth
Please don't tell 'em 'cuz 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 gone play with this shit, same label and shit
Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this

Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right
(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
Provokin' you for the authorities
(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 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 in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

South, yeah

TaylorMade, see they be too deep in the to be
Chiefin' trees, crown, actin' bad, talkin' loud
Push and shove 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 don't love me, mane you
Comin' like a train, boy, it's not a

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 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 call me the coldest cracker and I may be
I'm like Jigga down here, call me big

Put the South in ya mouth, put the 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

South, yeah

So if you wanna know, every God damned thang about us country
Collard dreams, eat it up, 'cuz we got some more
Put some dirty South, real deep you leakin' 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
that, runnin'? I'll be damned if I'ma run trick
Down fifty-one from the law, I'm free bitch

on the cob, ribs on the grill, potato 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 people like I always I would
Dirty white boy 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 celebrity never be
I'm a representative of my community
In Tennessee we don't around, buckle down
Hold down this Southern
From H-town to Funkytown, 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 South in ya mouth, put the South in ya
Put the in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth