Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Made Playa

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

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Bounce, a southern made playa make tha crowd jus,
And nobody do it like we do it in tha south
Got everybody talkin cause they know if clown
preferably a rival when tha crooks hit yo town

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

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

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