Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To The South

Young Buck, Lil Flip, David c'mon
in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch

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

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 ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and bustin'

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

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

I swear on the of our dead cousin's
I bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'
7's and Mack
I told 'em all I no hoe
But niggas listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him with Callico
I'm tryin' to stay in God's
But I had to show these
That your fuckin' a man, ya bitch
I left niggas needin' path

And probably won't live to see this weekend
Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin' out
I hit the dro' a lil more and then I out
Crashin' the H2, bitches I you
Now you keep talkin' shit, I and ducktape you
Let them Fagots you
Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys revenge
Tell them bitches and get me
'Cuz I was born in bitch to tie
I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, high

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

I'm the King, it no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas dissin' me
I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' 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, just ask
Like 50, Back You Down
Run to ya' and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground

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

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

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