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 bout my dividends
See I'm gon be tha man, wit tha plan and tha
Flossin through dallas, texas in tha new benz
Wit hen, and a fat sack of indo, my head is in tha sky
I'm gettin high, and wit my kinfolk, see I 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 sister boo-hooin, and yo gal I been screwin
But I'm movin on I cant let my paper stop
And she don't want me gon, pookie say they rollin dice blocks mine
Like 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 make tha crowd jus,
And nobody do it like we do it in tha south
Got talkin cause they know if it's clown
Your preferably a rival when tha crooks hit yo

[mr.
Tired of facin' drama ya'll, watch this 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 bitch on down tha back
My reaction to tha weed is a calm 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 spray, boy we had it krunk
to dump, on this 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
North off tha hook, bound to leave them bustas shook
Peep and look, I stay creased, wit up on my feet
Smokin when it ain't no weed, hit this blunt, oh yes indeed
I'ma sleep, see for these hoes has got cha stronger
She and unchancin, that's cause pookie all up on her

[mr.
Look at cha southern made, playa laid, back in tha
Jus tha rippla, to get cha, wit these blunts i'ma blaze
And today is jus anotha, a muthafuckin otha
It's not safe stay undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha
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 in our brain
Where we like we couldnt have it, so we had to grab it man
Who's to my conscience saw tha crooked times we livin in
Time to stack some dividends, I'm at tha mall wit ends
It's me again, playa of tha year, dark and
Makin moves on hoes that love me, gurl 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 nigga back yo gurl has chosen
Dont wanna see you get yo face cracked, has spoken

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