Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah! I want all you sisters to stand up
I want to stand up and be counted tonight
and Sisters if you know you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the 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
the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independent women and all the single who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dogs pullin'
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, south
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little boys ans girls
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 subliminal

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

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm
he doin' 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 gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O'
I got my own record label, you of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know I'm sayin', we real
Who this thing he is?

I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my at all times
I spit it out and about, and outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a 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 than a barber shop, 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 'em, but they don't want to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but 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
what I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music I'ma be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Tha Peace

Yeah,
The King of the has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, to block
We let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam
Thanks for the CD shawty!