Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

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

Includin' his 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 neighborhood dealer
I got rifles that blow ya ya bible belt
And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael

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

I got gangstas that'll 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 my ear to the streets like a cocker spaniel

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

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

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

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

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

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

Big ass face, chop you in your laugh
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the case
Jewish friends, the newest Benz
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, they a quarter mil' a week
[Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

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

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

Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been episode of Southern Gangsta
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