Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Made Playa

K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we can
Flossin in bitch and go get funky bout my dividends
See I'm gon be tha man, wit tha plan and tha
Flossin through dallas, in tha new 2000 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 blowin almost everyday, y you y?
In high, boy I been chiffin hay
Now I'm paid and like to blow mo than I used to blow
I like em 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 rollin dice blocks from mine
Like 2pac on hennessey, I pass out
Blowin on green, I cant 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 we do it in tha south
Got everybody talkin cause they if it's clown
Your preferably a 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
wit it, k-roc gon and get tha switches from tha track
Southern made, 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
to say I saw tha trigga spray, boy we had it krunk
Bout to dump, on this niggaz wit tha m1
to hit a 2 way stop, wit that 45 beam 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
I'ma sleep, see passion for these 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 blaze
And today is jus anotha, a muthafuckin otha
not safe stay undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha colors
See them bustas, and 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 section in our
Where we felt like we couldnt have it, so we had to it man
Who's to blame? my conscience saw tha crooked we livin in
Time to stack dividends, I'm at tha mall wit plenty ends
It's me again, playa of tha year, dark and
Makin moves on hoes that love me, gurl stay back if you
And yo hubby, it's best that he stay clear I'm near
Cause that static, cause of fear, me and yo ova hea
That's 4 real, so nigga stay back yo gurl has
Dont wanna see you get yo cracked, pookie has spoken

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