Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A true
CEO of Disturbing Tha Records
He expanded his
Into multiple businesses

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 like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya ya bible belt
And Mac-11's that you wetter than Michael Phelps

But you'll be swimmin' the fishes
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 casket on ice, now that's a case
Never forget where you come or block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the streets like a cocker

I cock and blast you into outer
Break every 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

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 eight 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 want
Had a Lexus at eighteen, that
Got a Chevy pictures on it from pitchin' crack

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

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

Big ass face, chop you in your laugh
Shoot his ass, aim 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 have been some sort of mob
Or illegal
According to authorities, they made a quarter a week
[Incomprehensible]

They were some high rollin'
Boi and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle aka the Duffel Bag

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

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

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

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

Playaz Circle, Ross, Ludacris
has been another episode of Southern Gangsta
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