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

his Thai food 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 trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya belt
And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Phelps

But you'll be with the fishes
Softer than bitches dishes
Fool, what's the
I'm already rich, so mo' figures
Spit large for cigars of you hoe niggaz

I got gangstas rearrange ya whole face
And put your on ice, now that's a cold case
forget where you come or that block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the streets like a cocker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have some sort of mob
Or organization
According to authorities, they made a mil' a week
Sellin'

They some high rollin' hustlers
Tity Boi and Boy
Playaz aka the Duffel Bag Boys

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

I'm on with the flow, not a minute nor second late
no such thing as second place
And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz
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 Yeah, for real
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I

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

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