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 you got your thing together
I want you to on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the together
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 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 be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, south
Then we took it all the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans
lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you
I got a little rock 'n' roll
The creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

Cause they can't get what I
They want it so bad, four million pad
And enough to off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta
And I'm about to make 'em
Better turn your stereo louder, up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my
Boy I you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in streets, know what I'm sayin'?
he on tv, I'm in these streets
And then my broad, my kid around singin' it
Boy, if they another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another 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 thing he is?

I'ma hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I
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 want to block
Little do they that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be fucked
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I to tell 'em, but they don't want to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they 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 music I'ma still be heard if I'm
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha

Yeah,
The King of the has spoken
ATL shawty! to hood, block to block
We let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We don't die, we
We Def Jam history
for gettin' the CD shawty!