Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

He's a hustler, by law
A self-made
a reckless disregard for the haters
Ludacris on Gangsta

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace
He expanded his
Into multiple businesses

Includin' his Thai food restaurant,
sites, WeMix.com
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com
The MVP of rap shit

Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap
I stay strapped like your neighborhood dealer
I got rifles that blow ya ya bible belt
And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael

But be swimmin' with the fishes
Softer than bitches washin'
Fool, what's the
I'm already rich, so talk mo'
Spit thirty large for cigars of you hoe

I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya face
And put your on ice, now that's a cold case
Never forget you come or that block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the streets a cocker spaniel

I and blast you into outer space
Break bone in ya, you so out of place
Boom a trace, you a bluff to block
I got some red beams, let's play the dots

He's the biggest boss, comin' outta the
Straight the port of Miami
To it trilla
Involved in many acts of violence

This goes than rap shit
worth eight figures
So niggaz, boss up
I present to you, Ross, the boss

I got a from the government the other day
I opened and it, it said we want hustlers
Had a Lexus at eighteen, that
Got a Chevy with on it from pitchin' crack

Bitch I know Haitians, we Creole
Bitch I'm a D-boy, slingin' kilos
I got twenty cars, why
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas

Love the marble floors, got the Greek
Frontin' at awards, real street
I used to serve shake, now I serve
Three on the road, call it third bass

Big ass face, you in your laugh face
his ass, aim defense is the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the Benz
You in a of blood, let me see you swim

from College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have been some of mob
Or illegal
According to authorities, they a quarter mil' a week
Sellin'

They were some high rollin'
Tity Boi and Boy
Playaz Circle aka the Bag Boys

Uh, I'm so sick I this verse in a hospital
It's an election year, I struggle
We like bicycles, icicle flow
White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the

I'm on time with the flow, not a nor second late
no such thing as second place
And day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight
Fairytale tellin' niggaz really need to a break

And the got a lake for a backyard
The pool product put it all on my sacks card
For real? Yeah, for
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I

I got like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin' in a two do'
Bitches kudos, you know
Yeah, we move like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo

Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been episode of Southern Gangsta
Thanks for tunin' in, what's for Luda?
Well, anything's possible in the of the Mind