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
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got thing together
I want you to on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to 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' out his body wit' the dopest flows
And why the line's around the corner
the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independent women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that
Two times for my pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty
we took it all around the world
I got in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty 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 even got a rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em subliminal

Cause they can't get I got's
They it so bad, four 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
They gotta up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to 'em choke
Better turn your louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for the Peace! (C'mon)

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

I'ma hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit 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 than a barber shop, the cops
in the way want to baller block
Little do they know that I'm shots
And I'm not to be fucked
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can dick
I tried to 'em, but they don't want to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on
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 what I'm sayin' or heard I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music still be heard if I'm dead
ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' these beats
I said it once, say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

Yeah,
The of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! to hood, block to block
We let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We die, we multiply
We Def Jam history
for gettin' the CD shawty!