Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

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

The incredible, untouchable nigga venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the around the corner
Cause the little motherfucker has the shows
So one time for my independent women and all the single mothers who be that cake
Two times for my dogs pullin'
And my niggaz in the that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty
Then we took it all around the
I got in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, you want?
I even got a rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin'

they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked dope
They make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm to make 'em choke
Better your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

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

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

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