Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Records
He expanded his
Into profitable businesses

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

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

But be swimmin' with the fishes
than bitches washin' dishes
Fool, the business?
I'm already rich, so talk mo'
Spit thirty for cigars of you hoe niggaz

I got that'll rearrange ya whole 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 like a cocker spaniel

I cock and blast you into outer
Break bone in ya, you so out of place
without a trace, you a bluff to block
I got some red beams, let's play connect the

the biggest boss, comin' outta the MIYayo
Straight the port of Miami
To it trilla
Involved in many heated of violence

This goes deeper than rap
He's eight figures
So young niggaz, up
I to you, Rick Ross, the boss

I got a letter the government the other day
I opened and read it, it said we hustlers
Had a at eighteen, picture that
Got a Chevy with pictures on it from crack

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

Love the marble floors, got the Greek
at awards, real street niggaz
I to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, it third bass

Big ass face, chop you in laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest
You in a pool of blood, let me see you

Hailin' College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have some sort of mob
Or illegal
According to authorities, made 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 wrote verse in a hospital
It's an year, I support struggle
We roll like bicycles, flow
White liquor, my nigga on line with the blow

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

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

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

Playaz Circle, Ross, Ludacris
This has been another episode of Gangsta
Thanks for in, what's next for Luda?
Well, possible in the Theater of the Mind