Luyện nghe bài hát This Goes Out

This out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya in the air if ya feel me
'em all day, fuck 'em all night
Candy paint on D's and

Yo, I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop,
Dogg 'Lac
Wit the in the back

I rep it like a mayn
Summin' like a mayn
St. cookin'
And I'm Lee the killer mayn

As-salaama lakem, salaam
Praise the or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr.
Claim where you or we will claim where you move to

Home is where you make it, eat a and get naked
You can, in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
I got STL tatted on my right arm, of 'em saw 'em
I ain't dyin' but yo I'm definitely fight for 'em

And it tight for 'em, and keep it hype for 'em
And buy at the bar whatever gon' keep the night
Do what you do and you do it, do it big
And if you live to get it you gon' get it how you live 'cuz

This goes out to my West Coast
ya dub up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
Hit the switch on yo six

Naps, rock, skit Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, in the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt
the sacks, flippin' skirts like acrobats

Now dip wit ya nigga, I take you on a
Through that known worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches,
Cap turned to the wit skirts at the Caddy shack

Los where they sag to the mud
the back let it drag, du rags, full of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car of "blat"
Why A's decay, we hard to get at

I a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I holla at a hoes
Fo sho they roll wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin' the radio in Cali 'cuz I stay in the

goes out to my East Coast crew
Throw ya E's up in the air if ya me
'em all day, fuck 'em all night
Rock ya hoodies and

Yo, yo, step in the like
Sippin' on like
I hooked up wit the 'Tics they
It's gettin' for me
Girls, strippin' for me
Lil' Jon you wit us

I gettin' brainin', pimpin' I complainin'
It's crazy I can't it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and
Lovin' this track we gonna rock and roll

I huff and puff until my gone
So I, get to wit my Timbo's on
We might be homey, we all critic
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New City

We forever runnin' round, here forever
Up all night 'cuz we ain't never sleepin'
But I came to do this wit my Murphy
Y'all niggas betta obey, you can get it

This goes out to my Dirty South
ya S up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
If ya tempted to them bows

Get yo hands up
yo goddamn clit
Get yo up bitch
yo goddamn clit

We gon' drink a of Hen
And we gon' it to this bitch
We gon' drink a of Hen
And we gon' rock it to bitch

We that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no
We represent that
We ain't expectin' no

We out in the club
Same we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the
Same shit we don't give a

Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4 fo'
4-5 a nigga go
I'm a fly nigga, ho South cold's great
Stay low when get

Yeah, me no we can take it outside
Never met a nigga take myself
Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta in the South, wild 5

I represent that
I ain't scared to my shit up
Soon as I throw it high up, back, Squire
I'm up I drive slow not fast
Birdman Jr. I got not cash, bitch

I'm from the swamp I dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my
Give you respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp on my breath

Get yo hands up
Show yo clit
Get yo hands up
Show yo goddamn

We drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' it to this bitch
We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this

We that Dirty
We expectin' no shit
We represent Dirty
We expectin' no shit

We out in the club
Same we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the
Same shit we give a fuck