Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To The South

Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner
G-Unit in this bitch, in this bitch

The dirty, dirty 'em how the South do
Gold Grills, Coupe' sittin' on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the

this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
Just come to Cashville, y'all see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the
We go to prison, but get out and go to get in it
Your hood ain't no harder mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and start bustin'

I know I'm country, I can't it, I'm from Tennessee
I'm throwin' up this and blowin' up my enemy
niggas remember me? Not because the Bird's tennekee
But Young been A G', I give a fuck who you be boy
I want in on everything, a bag, if so come see me for it
To be a star, all you need is a Jar
soldiers and some baking soda, you can buy that car

Gold Grills, Coupe' sittin' on 22's
The dirty, baby show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the

I on the soul's of our dead cousin's
I ain't bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. bustin'
7's and 11's
I told 'em all I no hoe
But niggas listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him with Callico
I'm tryin' to in God's plan
But I had to show fagots
your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch
I them niggas needin' path

And y'all probably won't to see this weekend
Gotta go, gotta go, Mash out
I hit the a lil more and then I pass out
the H2, bitches I hate you
Now you talkin' shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
Let them Fagots you
Then back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
Tell bitches come and get me
'Cuz I was born in this to tie
I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, your bitch, gettin' high

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby 'em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, to the South

I'm the King, it ain't no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas me
I'm goin' in history, I'm leavin' with a victory
Yo' baby Momma kissin' me, 'bout she missin' me
Since I'm a star, I hit the door, they never friskin' me
'Cuz I pack a pack a pound, ask around
Like 50, Back You Down
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, on the ground

You my niggas hold me down
What around comes around
I represent H-Town, still run the
With on the Greyhound, spree's on my escalade
I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a way
Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on level
Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down

Gold Grills, Coupe' sittin' on 22's
The dirty, baby show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we
And on of G-Unit, welcome to the South

Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
The dirty, baby show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on of G-Unit, welcome to the South