Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah! I want all you proud to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing
I want you to stand on up, now I got to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I to tell how to get the thing together
So on now and get up to it y'all

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his 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 mothers who be gettin' cake
Two for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that
East coast, west coast, mid west, south
Then we took it all 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 till the block
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you
I even got a rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin'

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

Man! Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
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 walkin' singin' it
Boy, if sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level
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' spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they the danger signs
So a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
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, can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but 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
rules were made to be broken, but you can't make broken rules
Hear what I'm 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 these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha

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