Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Records
He his empire
Into multiple profitable

his Thai food restaurant, Straits
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 blow ya below ya bible belt
And Mac-11's that leave you wetter Michael Phelps

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

I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya face
And put your on ice, now that's a cold case
Never where 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 every bone in ya, you so out of
Boom without a trace, you a to block
I got some red beams, play connect the dots

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hailin' from Park, Georgia
figured they must have been some sort of mob
Or organization
According to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a
Sellin'

They were some rollin' hustlers
Boi and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle aka the Bag Boys

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

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

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

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