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 if you know you got your thing together
I you to stand 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 come on now and get up to it

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' out his body wit' the dopest flows
And why the line's around the corner
Cause the little motherfucker has the dopest
So one time for my independent women and all the single who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my pullin' triggers
And my in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then we took it all around the
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty ans girls
lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, you want?
I even got a rock 'n' roll
The creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

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

Man! Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, what I'm sayin'?
he doin' shows, I'm in these streets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these
And my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level
I gotta car wash, I shop 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' 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 want to baller
Little do they know I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be with
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they don't to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you can't make rules
Hear I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music I'ma still be if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm these beats
I said it once, say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

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