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 entrepre-negro
CEO of Tha Peace Records
He expanded his
multiple profitable 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 like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya belt
And that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps

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

I got gangstas that'll ya whole face
And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold
forget where you come or that block'll bang you
I my ear to the streets like a cocker spaniel

I cock and blast you into outer
Break bone 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 boss, comin' outta the MIYayo
Straight the port of Miami
To it trilla
in many heated acts of violence

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

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

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

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

Big ass face, chop you in your face
his ass, aim defense is the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest
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
According to authorities, they made a quarter a week
[Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

And the estate got a for a backyard
The room product put it all on my sacks card
For Yeah, for real
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 weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like southside

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