Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Takeover

The sound of revenge, 'em what it is Mayne
to the New World Order
Atlanta, Georgia Houston,
The south is officially over, he already know

Just over your shoulder
Let me see who just up
the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just over your shoulder
Let me see who just up
It's the takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

the mister fo fifth told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda
Dub roller, pro smoker, wood gripper, pistol
Muck a nigga if he figure with my figures
him richer he should know instead or it'll make him better

Than a money fuckin' my money
Get yo money stacked right Sunday school
On a and sunny Sunday this ain't funny
I ain't jokin' 'bout my coke and package up shorter

Might kidnap yo wife and daughter bury them deep in Georgia
No D.A's a fuckin' prosecutin' witnesses
We execute and start the shootin', the lootin'
Start the violence, a riot

Get this motherfucker crunker, as you can get it
Pass that ho, I'm a hit it line, we gon' spit it
Spit it vivid, 'cause I live it you don't it, you just talk it
Pistol totin' and a loadin' that's how got this dope
And I ain't hopin', steady slangin' on yo trappa block
Try track, set up shop try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your
Let me see who showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you tell 'em
I got drinks stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over shoulder
Let me see who showed up
It's the takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Hey, hey, hey this ain't about an image, this about a gimmick
Pussys stand to the side now the got a menace
I damn seen a city that I is not the realest
We bummin' on his ass, we finishin' his

I only got a minute, I feelin' about a
You at a nigga like I ain't about to get it
I'm lookin' at the money like I ain't to finish
So you need to your business if you ain't about your business

I'm a soldier
I'm a come with the trunk up I'm a gon' remind ya
If you gettin' it you shoulda told ya father
Nigga Chamillionaire show no problems

You want no problem
Get 'em shoulda let the fo fo remind 'em
Ya you tip on the 'em
I be ridin' fo fo's on the door 'em

6' 6" tall like he a center
10 tatoos like he a killa
Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a
out a billfold, put a price on a nigga

I have this fo put a knife in a nigga
From the car to his then right in your liver
Was a big boy put a slice in the middle
Ya head fast you hold a mike with the killa

Don't mess with the south homie, a dream
or imagining so
Double XL with the I mean
Keep ready to blow in the magazine

And you know that southern cash is
Franklin's frown for me when I my cream
Pull up in candy paint match my green
Killer, Pastor and Koopa are the master

Just look over shoulder
Let me see who just up
It's the takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over shoulder
Let me see who just up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you tell 'em
I got that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Y'all me, it's PT well I hunt and all of that
Black on black, with black tip, I can't but represent
I'm not content, I more who the fuck you take me for?
Studio rappers not the fortay, my top and bust my AK

No more play, N G A yeah, that's a
Ridin' in the classic tote a mill and I 'em
Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the
Slap me a nigga 'cause I'm bored

Chamillionaire, I in my surrounding
Get my E's and get to motherfuckin' poundin'
Up and down the streets throwin' heat, out the seat
to the beat tell them nigga just lay weak

Just over your shoulder
Let me see who showed up
It's the southern takeover, over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your
Let me see who just up
It's the takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop