Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Made Playa

K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked we really can
Flossin in this bitch and go get funky bout my
See I'm gon be tha man, wit tha plan and tha
Flossin dallas, texas in tha new 2000 benz
Wit some hen, and a fat sack of indo, my 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 been hay
Now I'm gettin paid and like to blow mo 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 been boo-hooin, and yo gal I screwin
But I'm movin on cause I let my paper stop
And she don't want me gon, pookie say they rollin dice blocks mine
2pac on hennessey, until I pass out
Blowin on some green, I cant be seen, up in that glass house,

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Bounce, a southern made playa tha crowd jus, bounce
And cant nobody do it we do it in tha south
Got talkin cause they know if it's 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 can kick it
Wassup wit it, gon and get tha switches from tha track
Southern made, grab tha blade, and split that bitch on down tha
My reaction to tha weed is a calm cool
Like a missle on tha way, I jus wait to detonate
In tha of tha hemingway, rollin lovely blunts
to say I saw tha trigga spray, boy we had it krunk
Bout to dump, on niggaz wit tha m1 cock
to hit a 2 way stop, wit that 45 beam on top
Bodies drop, see me flexin, lil ol texan, tha crook
North dallas off tha hook, to leave them bustas shook
and look, I stay creased, wit k-swiss up on my feet
Smokin blacks when it no weed, hit this blunt, oh yes indeed
I'ma sleep, see passion for these has got cha stronger
She dancin and unchancin, cause pookie all up on her

[mr.
at cha southern made, playa laid, back in tha shade
Jus tha rippla, come to get cha, wit these blunts blaze
And today is jus anotha, a muthafuckin otha
It's not safe undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha colors
See them bustas, and organize a lick we hit
Quick to skeam up on this nigga, out to get treasure shit
That's tha mind of a crook, jus a section in our
Where we felt like we couldnt have it, so we had to it man
Who's to my conscience 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 that love me, gurl back if you scrubby
And yo hubby, best that he stay clear when I'm near
that static, cause of fear, me and yo bitch ova hea
That's 4 real, so nigga stay yo gurl has chosen
Dont wanna see you get yo face cracked, has spoken

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