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 know you got your together
I want you to stand on up, now I got to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing
So on now and get up to it y'all

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' out his body wit' the dopest flows
And why the line's around the corner
Cause the little motherfucker has the 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 that be flippin' that weight
coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then we took it all the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty ans girls
Droppin' lyrical 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 little rock 'n'
The creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four 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
Wit' lines that got 'em like dope
They 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 Peace 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 these
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around it
Boy, if they another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm I'm on another level though
I car wash, I gotta shop on O' National
I got my own label, you heard of us
The Posse Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga 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
in the way want to baller block
Little do they know that I'm callin'
And I'm not to be fucked
If you see me 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they want to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
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 I'ma still 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 of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, to block
We bouta let our hang!
Tha Peace!
We don't die, we
We Def Jam history
for gettin' the CD shawty!