Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Made Playa

K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked we really can
Flossin in bitch and go get funky bout my dividends
See I'm gon be tha man, wit tha and tha ends
Flossin through dallas, 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 don't choke
Cause I been blowin almost everyday, y you y?
In high, boy I been chiffin hay
Now I'm gettin paid and to blow mo than I used to blow
I like em burnin slow, so now I'm off to get 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 let my paper stop
And she don't want me gon, pookie say they rollin blocks from mine
Like 2pac on hennessey, I pass out
Blowin on some green, I cant be seen, up in glass house, playa

[x2]

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

[mr.
Tired of facin' ya'll, watch this playa rip it
Wishin life was like a 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 that bitch on down tha
My reaction to tha weed is a calm cool
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 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, to leave them bustas shook
Peep and look, I stay creased, wit k-swiss up on my
Smokin blacks when it ain't no weed, hit blunt, oh yes indeed
I'ma sleep, see passion for hoes has got cha stronger
She dancin and unchancin, cause pookie all up on her

[mr.
Look at cha southern made, playa laid, back in tha
Jus tha rippla, come to get cha, wit these blunts i'ma
And today is jus anotha, like a otha
It's not safe undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha colors
See bustas, and organize a lick we finsta hit
Quick to skeam up on this nigga, out to get that treasure
That's tha mind of a crook, jus a in our brain
Where we felt we couldnt have it, so we had to grab it man
to blame? my conscience saw tha crooked times we livin in
Time to stack dividends, I'm at tha mall wit plenty ends
It's me again, of tha year, dark and lovely
Makin moves on hoes that 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 has chosen
Dont wanna see you get yo face cracked, pookie has

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