Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

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

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body the dopest flows
And why the line's around the corner
Cause the 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 that 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 ans girls
Droppin' lyrical 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 creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

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

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm
While he shows, I'm in these streets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these
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 level
I gotta car wash, I gotta on O' National
I got my own record label, you of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga he is?

I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all
I spit it out and about, and spit the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the
People in the way want to baller
Little do they know that I'm callin'
And I'm not to be with
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can dick
I to tell '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 kick drum on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I
Hear what they playin', 'cause through music I'ma 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 let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam
Thanks for the CD shawty!