Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

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

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

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

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my
Boy I tell you the truth, what I'm sayin'?
he doin' shows, I'm in these streets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these
And then my broad, my kid walkin' singin' it
Boy, if they another verse, boy I swear
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 Posse Family Cartel, you know I'm sayin', we real
Who this thing he is?

I'ma house hold name, game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they 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, more styles than a barber shop, call the
in the way want to baller block
Little do know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be with
If you see me 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they want to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, while the high hat on tickin'
And the drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cause rules were to be broken, but you can't make broken rules
Hear what I'm or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this 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 has spoken
ATL shawty! to hood, block to block
We let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We die, we multiply
We Def Jam history
Thanks for the CD shawty!