Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

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

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

Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap
I stay like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible
And that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps

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

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

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

He's the biggest boss, comin' the MIYayo
Straight from the of Miami
To keepin' it
Involved in many heated acts of

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

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

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

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

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

Hailin' from College Park,
Authorities they must have been some sort of mob
Or organization
to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a week
Sellin'

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

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

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

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

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

Playaz Circle, Ross, Ludacris
This has been another episode of Gangsta
Thanks for tunin' in, what's for Luda?
Well, anything's in the Theater of the Mind