Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah! I want all you sisters to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be tonight
and Sisters 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 how to get the thing together
So on now and get up to it y'all

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

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

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit on my nerves
Boy I you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in 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 I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though
I gotta car wash, I shop on O' National
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, game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the 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, more than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller
do they know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be with
If you see me 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they want to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you can't make rules
Hear what I'm or heard what I said
Hear they playin', 'cause through this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha

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