Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome to Atlanta

Yeah, to Atlanta
Jack and and vogues'
Back to the and jackin' the clothes
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 Rollz and in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' old Nat, Gat tooked and lean
I split ya spleen, as matter' I split ya team
No blood on the sneak's, gotta keep it so my kicks is
I get the cream, see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to 'doc prescribed

Oink, oink, pig, pig, do with the pork
Only siguar needs a steak knife and a
Did you forget your fuckin' manners, I'm with banners
Ludacris, Johnny when I shoot the cannon

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

You rackin' 'em up, I'm big like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
In fact Im slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the
I can't with 22's, bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back the fuck, runnin' better aquaduct, chillin' what

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas
And we ride on them things like day
Big beats, hit streets, see roamin'
And parties stop 'til eight in the mornin'

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

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

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

I'm the MBP, most Ballernous
Make my own rules, bitch me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's
Tuesday night, I'm up in the velvet room, fucked up

Wednesday, I'm at on lean
Thursday, jump clean and I up in cream
Friday, bar kyack with Frank Skeem
Right on the is where 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 on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's
And parties don't 'til eight in the mornin'

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

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 stop 'til eight in the

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'