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 tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to how to get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it

The incredible, nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the
Cause the little motherfucker has the dopest
So one time for my independent women and all the single mothers who be gettin' cake
Two times for my dogs triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that
coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then we took it all around the
I got in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' 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 most creative, original, got 'em subliminal

they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, million dollar pad
And enough to off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em like dope
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
get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these streets, what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around it
Boy, if they sing verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O'
I got my own record label, you of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you what 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 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 to baller block
Little do they know I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be fucked
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I to tell 'em, but they don't want to listen
I to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm on the closest fools
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music I'ma be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' these
I said it once, say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

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 makin Def Jam
for gettin' the CD shawty!