Luyện nghe bài hát South In Ya Mouth

Look is the world's debut of these damn fools
Stak and Blac, tic for tac, all racial 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 I'ma grown ass man makin' man moves
get it wrong, damn fools, Stak hard on ya too
We ain't play with this shit, same label and shit
Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this

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
we might just fight cats, beat you to the fact, Jack
Provokin' you for callin' the
(Take that)
Me, I ain't facin' that on the baseball bat
Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo 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 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

South, yeah

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

What's my name name? Big Stak Mac
Where I'm from from from? The T
I claim claim claim? C.W.B.
So all bullshit you talkin' don't mean nothin' to me
G.B. and me fall up in the new
Security trippin', say my is actin' too crazy
Some call me the coldest cracker and I 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 South in ya mouth, put the South in ya

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, we got some more
Put some South, real deep until you leakin' 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 from the law, 'til I'm free bitch

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

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

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