Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah! I all you proud sisters to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted
and Sisters if you know you got your thing together
I want you to 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 on now and get up to it y'all

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the around the corner
the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dogs triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' 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 boys ans girls
Droppin' bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, you want?
I even got a rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin'

Cause they get what I got's
They want it so bad, million dollar 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
lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' time
And I'm about to make 'em
Better your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in 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 sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta 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 name, wit' 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 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 know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be fucked
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck
I tried to 'em, but they don't want to listen
I to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you can't make broken
Hear I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music 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 has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to
We bouta let our hang!
Tha Peace!
We die, we multiply
We Def Jam history
for gettin' the CD shawty!