Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

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

his Thai 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 ya bible belt
And Mac-11's leave you wetter than Michael Phelps

But you'll be with the fishes
Softer bitches washin' dishes
Fool, what's the
I'm already rich, so talk mo'
Spit thirty large for 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 come or block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the like a cocker spaniel

I cock and you into outer space
every bone in ya, you so out of place
Boom a trace, you a bluff to block
I got red beams, let's play connect the dots

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

This goes deeper than rap
worth eight figures
So young niggaz, up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the

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

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

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

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

Hailin' College Park, Georgia
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 Bag Boys

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

I'm on with the flow, not a minute nor second late
no such thing as second place
And day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight
Fairytale tellin' niggaz need 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 like Cujo, me and two chains ridin' in a two do'
catch kudos, you know
Yeah, we move weight like
And kicks it with them bitches like southside

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