Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to up
I want everybody to up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing
I want you to stand on up, now I got to tell ya'
I ya' how to think about it, now I want 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 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 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, you want?
I even got a little 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em 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 rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they outta time
And I'm about to make 'em
Better turn stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
get arrested for Disturbin' 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 shows, I'm in these 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 sing another verse, boy I
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on level though
I gotta car wash, I shop on O' National
I got my own label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know I'm sayin', we real
Who nigga thing he is?

I'ma hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I it out and about, and spit outta 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 by the way I walk
Oh lawd, styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to block
Little do they know that I'm shots
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, the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cause rules were to be broken, but you can't make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' these
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 bouta let our hang!
Tha Peace!
We don't die, we
We makin Def Jam
Thanks for the CD shawty!