Luyện nghe bài hát South In Ya Mouth

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

piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back
(White-black)
And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't that
Shit we might just cats, beat you to the fact, Jack
Provokin' you for the authorities
(Take that)
Me, I ain't that blood on the baseball bat
Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo they come
G'wan wit'cha bad self put that South all in mouth
Tell them the East of Tennessee 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 they be too in the place to be
Chiefin' trees, drinkin' crown, actin' bad, loud
Push and shove through the crowd talkin' shit, so up now?
don't want it, no, they don't want it
I alot of y'all wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?
They don't know by now, brotha let me it down for ya, tough dude
If you don't me, mane fuck you
Comin' like a train, boy, not a game

What's my name name name? Big Mac
Where I'm from from? The terrible T
What I claim claim C.W.B.
So all that bullshit you talkin' don't nothin' to me
G.B. and me up in the new daisies
Security trippin', say my crew is actin' too
Some me the coldest cracker and I just may be
I'm like Jigga down here, me big Hay-Z

Put the South in ya mouth, put the 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

South, Parkway

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

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

A I'll never be
I'm just a of my community
In Tennessee we don't around, buckle down
Hold down this 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 in ya mouth
Put the in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth
Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya