Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Records
He expanded his
Into multiple 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 below ya bible
And Mac-11's that leave you wetter Michael Phelps

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

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

I cock and you into outer space
Break every bone in ya, you so out of
Boom without a trace, you a to block
I got red beams, let's play connect the dots

the biggest boss, comin' outta the MIYayo
Straight the port of Miami
To keepin' it
Involved in many heated acts of

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

I got a letter from the the other day
I opened and it, it said we want hustlers
Had a Lexus at eighteen, picture
Got a Chevy pictures 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 just to fill the gas tanks

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

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

Hailin' from Park, Georgia
Authorities figured must have been some sort of mob
Or illegal
According to authorities, they made a quarter a week
[Incomprehensible]

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

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

I'm on time the flow, not a minute nor second late
Ain't no such thing as place
And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz
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 two chains ridin' in a two do'
Bitches catch kudos, you
Yeah, we move weight like
And kicks it them bitches like judo southside

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