Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Made Playa

K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we can
in this bitch and go get funky bout my dividends
See I'm gon be tha man, wit tha and tha ends
Flossin dallas, texas in tha new 2000 benz
Wit some hen, and a fat sack of indo, my is in tha sky
I'm gettin high, and wit my kinfolk, see I neva choke
Cause I been blowin everyday, y you askin y?
In junior high, boy I chiffin hay
Now I'm gettin paid and like to blow mo than I to blow
I like em burnin slow, so now I'm off to get some
Nigga, you know, jus how we doin, got yo auntie, she pursuin
Yo lil sister been boo-hooin, and yo gal I screwin
But I'm movin on cause I cant let my stop
And she don't want me gon, say they rollin dice blocks from mine
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 playa make tha crowd jus, bounce
And cant nobody do it like we do it in tha
Got everybody talkin cause they know if clown
Your preferably a when tha crooks hit yo town

[mr.
Tired of facin' drama ya'll, watch this rip it
Wishin life was a soccer ball, all my fools can kick it
Wassup wit it, k-roc gon and get tha from tha track
Southern made, grab tha blade, and split bitch on down tha back
My reaction to tha weed is a calm state
Like a on tha way, I jus cant 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 this niggaz wit tha m1
Quick to hit a 2 way stop, wit 45 beam on top
Bodies drop, see me flexin, lil ol texan, from tha
North off tha hook, bound to leave them bustas shook
and look, I stay creased, wit k-swiss up on my feet
Smokin blacks when it ain't no weed, hit this blunt, oh yes
sleep, see passion for these hoes has got cha stronger
She dancin and unchancin, cause pookie all up on her

[mr.
Look at cha made, playa laid, back in tha shade
Jus tha rippla, come to get cha, wit blunts i'ma blaze
And is jus anotha, like a muthafuckin otha
It's not stay undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha colors
See them bustas, and organize a lick we hit
Quick to skeam up on nigga, out to get that treasure 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 conscience saw tha crooked we livin in
Time to stack some dividends, I'm at tha mall wit plenty
It's me again, 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 clear when I'm near
Cause that static, of fear, me and yo bitch ova hea
That's 4 real, so nigga stay back yo gurl has
wanna see you get yo face cracked, pookie has spoken

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