Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

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

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his 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 women and all the single mothers who be gettin' cake
Two for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' weight
East coast, coast, mid west, dirty south
Then we it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty 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 takin'

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

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

I'ma house hold name, wit' game outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and outta the south,until they recognize 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, more styles a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way to baller block
Little do they 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 don't want to listen
I tried to 'em, but they don't 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 they playin', 'cause through this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' these
I it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

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!