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 Peace
He expanded his
multiple profitable businesses

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 neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya ya bible belt
And Mac-11's that leave you than Michael Phelps

But you'll be with the fishes
than bitches washin' dishes
Fool, the business?
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 case
Never where you come or that block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the streets like a spaniel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were some high hustlers
Tity Boi and 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 like bicycles, icicle flow
White liquor, my nigga stay on with the blow

I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor late
no such thing as second place
And every day I live heavyweight, you featherweight
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 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 like judo southside

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