Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace
He expanded his
Into multiple profitable

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 stay strapped like your trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible
And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Phelps

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

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

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

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

goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth figures
So niggaz, boss up
I to you, Rick Ross, the boss

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

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

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

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

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

They some 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 election year, I struggle
We roll bicycles, icicle flow
White liquor, my stay on line with the blow

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

And the got a lake for a backyard
The pool room product put it all on my sacks
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 move weight sumos
And kicks it with them bitches judo southside

Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been another of Southern Gangsta
Thanks for tunin' in, next for Luda?
Well, anything's possible in the Theater of the