Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Tha Peace Records
He expanded his
multiple profitable businesses

Includin' his Thai restaurant, Straits
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 your neighborhood dealer
I got rifles that ya below ya bible belt
And Mac-11's leave you wetter than Michael Phelps

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

I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole
And put your casket on ice, now 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 outer space
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 the dots

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

This goes than rap shit
He's worth eight
So niggaz, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the

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

I know Haitians, we speakin' Creole
Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin'
I got cars, why exaggerate?
It cost me five grand to fill the gas tanks

the marble floors, got the Greek pillows
Frontin' at awards, real niggaz
I to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it third

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

Hailin' from College Park,
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'
Boi and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle aka the Bag Boys

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

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

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

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

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