Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to up
I everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got thing together
I want you to on up, now I got somethin' 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 wit' the dopest flows
And why the line's around the corner
Cause the little has the dopest shows
So one time for my independent women and all the single mothers who be gettin' cake
Two times for my dogs pullin'
And my niggaz in the that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, south
Then we took it all around the
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans
lyrical 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 rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin'

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

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

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

Yeah,
The King of the kings has
ATL shawty! to hood, block to block
We let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We don't die, we
We Def Jam history
for gettin' the CD shawty!