Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A true
CEO of Disturbing Tha Records
He his empire
multiple profitable businesses

Includin' his Thai restaurant, Straits
sites, WeMix.com
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com
The MVP of rap shit

Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap
I strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya ya bible belt
And Mac-11's that leave you than Michael Phelps

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

I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole
And put your on ice, now that's a cold case
Never forget where you come or that block'll you
I keep my ear to the like a cocker spaniel

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 some red beams, play connect the dots

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

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

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

Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin'
Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin'
I got cars, why exaggerate?
It cost me five grand just to 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, you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim is the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest
You in a pool of blood, let me see you

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

Uh, I'm so sick I wrote verse in a hospital
an election year, I support struggle
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 second
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 got a lake for a backyard
The pool 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 kudos, you know
Yeah, we move weight sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like southside

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