Luyện nghe bài hát South In Ya Mouth

Look this is the debut of these damn fools
Stak and Blac, tic for tac, all racial rules
And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, gone speak the
Please don't tell 'em wrong 'cuz if you do, you know 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 play with this shit, same label 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 like that
Shit we might just cats, beat you to the fact, Jack
you for callin' the authorities
(Take that)
Me, I ain't facin' blood on the baseball bat
all the evidence, please, 'fo they come Stak
G'wan wit'cha bad self put that all in they mouth
Tell them through the East of Tennessee we work it out

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, Parkway

TaylorMade, see they be too deep in the to be
Chiefin' trees, crown, actin' bad, talkin' loud
Push and shove through the crowd talkin' shit, so up now?
They don't want it, no, they want it
I know alot of y'all wonder why fuck with this white boy?
They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, dude
If you don't love me, fuck you
Comin' like a train, boy, 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 bullshit you talkin' don't mean nothin' to me
G.B. and me up in the new daisies
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 South in ya

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

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

South, yeah

So if you wanna know, every God damned thang about us country
green dreams, eat it up, 'cuz we got some more
Put dirty South, real deep until you leakin' grease
Boy poppin' it, bustin' loose, to get to me
Barbecues, hoes, rims, paint, braids, fades, boy
Hay in the barn everyday in the boy
Counter that, I'll be damned if I'ma run trick
Down from the law, 'til 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
seen on the scene, throughout my neighborhood
Kept it real with my people like I said I would
Dirty white boy up in the mix
Tryin' to separate the from the counterfeit tricks
Counterfeit cliques go platinum, on the real cats
But how the industry is, how the music people are

A I'll never be
I'm just a representative of my
In we don't fuck around, buckle down
Hold down Southern town
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 South in ya mouth, put the South in ya