Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Takeover

The sound of revenge, tell 'em what it is
to the New World Order
Atlanta, Houston, Texas
The south is takin' over, he already know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

look over your 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

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

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

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

You don't want no
Get 'em knees shoulda let the fo fo 'em
Ya you tip on the 'em
I be ridin' fo fo's on the door 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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