Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome to Atlanta

Yeah, to Atlanta
and Hammer and vogues'
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the
Adolescent a fo'

A on the do', who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the
Who did it? It was me I

J-D in the and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down old Nat, Gat and lean
I split ya spleen, as matter' I split ya team
No blood on the sneak's, gotta keep it so my is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my
I'm allergic to 'doc prescribed

Oink, oink, pig, pig, do away the pork
Only siguar needs a knife and a fork
Did you your fuckin' manners, I'm loose with banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I the cannon

The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth, bitch bite tongue
I won't stop until I'm as them white-boy come
I up in the black Lotus, you're plaque's are bogus
So I them off the wall
Waiting for my cue to corner eight balls

You 'em up, I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
In Im slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck
I can't loose with 22's, that's what's up
Runnin' in the back the fuck, runnin' better than aquaduct, what

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the play
And we ride on them like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the playas
And we ride on things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til in the mornin'

Now the party don't start 'til I in
And I usually don't leave until the thing
But in the mean-time, in time
You yo thing, I'll work mine

I been puttin' it down since 83'
Since the late MD rivalry
More froze than bad ice, with a to be
If you was ridin', you was ballin' to homie

I'm the MBP, most Ballernous
Make my own rules, bitch call me the
night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night, I'm up in the room, gettin' fucked up

Wednesday, I'm at strokers on
Thursday, jump and I fall up in cream
Friday, shark bar with Frank Skeem
Right on the floor is you can find me

Saturday, is off the heezy fo'
You can me up in one-tweezy
Sunday, is I get my sleepin'
'Cause on Monday we be at it again,

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's
And parties don't 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the playas
And we ride on them like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see roamin'
And parties don't 'til eight in the mornin'

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Welcome to Atlanta the playas play
And we on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's
And don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see roamin'
And don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'