Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Records
He his empire
Into multiple 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 strapped your neighborhood trap dealer
I got that blow ya below ya bible belt
And Mac-11's that leave you than Michael Phelps

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

I got that'll rearrange 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 keep my ear to the streets like a spaniel

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

He's the biggest boss, outta the MIYayo
Straight from the port of
To it trilla
Involved in heated acts of violence

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

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

Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin'
Bitch I'm a D-boy, slingin' kilos
I got cars, why exaggerate?
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 steaks
squares on the road, call it third bass

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

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

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

Uh, I'm so I wrote this verse in a hospital
It's an election year, I support
We roll bicycles, icicle flow
White liquor, my 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 every day I heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight
Fairytale tellin' really 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 like Cujo, me and Tity two chains in a two do'
Bitches kudos, you know
Yeah, we move like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like southside

Playaz Circle, Ross, Ludacris
This has another episode of Southern Gangsta
Thanks for tunin' in, next for Luda?
Well, possible in the Theater of the Mind