Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Takeover

The sound of revenge, tell 'em what it is
Welcome to the New World
Atlanta, Georgia Houston,
The south is officially takin' over, he know

Just look 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

look over your shoulder
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

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

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

I'm a H-Town
I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a remind ya
If you ain't it you shoulda told ya father
Nigga Chamillionaire never show no

You want no problem
Get 'em knees 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 lookin' he a center
10 tatoos like he a killa
Skinny ass niggas don't fight a nigga
Pull out a billfold, put a price on a

I this camp fo put a knife in a nigga
the car to his pocket then right in your liver
Was a big boy that put a slice in the
Ya head fast think you hold a with the killa

Don't mess the south homie, that's a dream
Hallucinate or so
Double XL with the gats I
Keep somethin' to blow in the magazine

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

Just over your shoulder
Let me see who just 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 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

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

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

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

Just look your shoulder
Let me see who showed 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 betta 'em
I got drinks stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop