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 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 think about it, now I to tell how to get the thing together
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 line's the corner
Cause the little motherfucker has the dopest
So one time for my independent women and all the single who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dogs triggers
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 fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little 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 got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em subliminal

Cause can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, million dollar pad
And to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm rappers in the ground
Wit' lines got 'em hooked like dope
gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm to make 'em choke
Better turn your louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for 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 shows, I'm in these streets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in streets
And my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on level though
I car wash, I gotta shop on O' National
I got my own record label, you of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga 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 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 by the way I walk
Oh lawd, styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way to baller block
do they 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 don't to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the fools
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you can't broken rules
Hear what I'm or heard what I said
Hear what playin', 'cause through this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' beats
I it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

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