Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah! I want all you sisters to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got to tell ya'
I told ya' how to about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together
So on now and get up to it y'all

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the
Cause the little has the dopest shows
So one time for my women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dogs triggers
And my in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty
Then we took it all the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty ans girls
Droppin' bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you
I even got a rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin'

Cause they get what I got's
They it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' in the ground
Wit' that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they outta time
And I'm about to 'em choke
turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these streets, know what I'm
he on tv, I'm in these streets
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around it
Boy, if they sing verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O'
I got my own record label, you of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know I'm sayin', we real
Who nigga thing he is?

I'ma house name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I
Oh lawd, styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way to baller block
Little do they know that I'm shots
And I'm not to be fucked
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can dick
I tried to tell 'em, but don't want to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on
And the drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
rules were made to be broken, but you can't make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha

Yeah,
The King of the kings has
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, to block
We let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We die, we multiply
We Def Jam history
for gettin' the CD shawty!