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 '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 with shit, same label and shit
Like brothers, mothers, but we twins in this shit

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 cats, beat you to the fact, Jack
Provokin' you for the authorities
(Take that)
Me, I ain't facin' that on the baseball bat
all the evidence, please, 'fo they come Stak
G'wan wit'cha bad self put 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 in ya mouth

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

South, Parkway

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

What's my name name? Big Stak Mac
I'm from 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 fall up in the new
Security trippin', say my crew is actin' too
call me the coldest cracker and I just may be
I'm like Jigga down here, call me big

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

South, yeah

So if you wanna know, every God damned thang us country folks
Collard green dreams, eat it up, we got some more
Put some dirty South, deep until you leakin' 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, 'til I'm free

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

A I'll never be
I'm a representative of my community
In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle
Hold this Southern town
From to Funkytown, world renowned
We the

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