Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Made Playa

K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we can
Flossin in this bitch and go get bout my dividends
See I'm gon be tha man, wit tha plan and tha
Flossin through dallas, in tha new 2000 benz
Wit some hen, and a fat of indo, my head is in tha sky
I'm gettin high, and wit my kinfolk, see I neva choke
Cause I been almost everyday, y you askin y?
In junior high, boy I been hay
Now I'm gettin and like to blow mo than I used to blow
I em burnin slow, so now I'm off to get some optimos
Nigga, you didnt know, jus how we doin, got yo auntie, she
Yo lil sister boo-hooin, and yo gal I been screwin
But I'm movin on cause I cant let my paper
And she don't me gon, pookie say they rollin dice blocks from mine
2pac on hennessey, until I pass out
Blowin on green, I cant be seen, up in that glass house, playa

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Bounce, a southern made playa make tha jus, bounce
And cant do it like we do it in tha south
Got everybody talkin they know if it's clown
Your preferably a rival when tha hit yo town

[mr.
of facin' drama ya'll, watch this playa rip it
Wishin was like a soccer ball, all my fools can kick it
Wassup wit it, gon and get tha switches from tha track
made, grab tha blade, and split that bitch on down tha back
My to tha weed is a calm cool state
Like a missle on tha way, I jus cant to detonate
In tha days of tha hemingway, rollin blunts
Who's to say I saw tha trigga spray, boy we had it
to dump, on this niggaz wit tha m1 cock
Quick to hit a 2 way stop, wit that 45 on top
Bodies drop, see me flexin, lil ol texan, from tha
North dallas off tha hook, bound to leave them bustas
Peep and look, I creased, wit k-swiss up on my feet
Smokin when it ain't no weed, hit this blunt, oh yes indeed
sleep, see passion for these hoes has got cha stronger
She dancin and unchancin, that's cause all up on her

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Look at cha made, playa laid, back in tha shade
Jus tha rippla, come to get cha, wit these i'ma blaze
And today is jus anotha, like a muthafuckin
not safe stay undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha colors
See bustas, and organize a lick we finsta hit
Quick to skeam up on nigga, out to get that treasure shit
That's tha of a crook, jus a section in our brain
Where we felt like we couldnt it, so we had to grab it man
Who's to blame? my conscience saw tha crooked times we in
Time to some dividends, I'm at tha mall wit plenty ends
It's me again, playa of tha year, and lovely
Makin moves on hoes that love me, stay back if you scrubby
And yo hubby, best that he stay clear when I'm near
Cause that static, of fear, me and yo bitch ova hea
That's 4 real, so nigga stay yo gurl has chosen
Dont see you get yo face cracked, pookie has spoken

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