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

Working wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
Just come to Cashville, gon' see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' in the kitchen
We go to prison, but get out and go to get in it
Your hood 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 it, I'm from Tennessee
I'm throwin' up this Hennisey and blowin' up my
Y'all niggas remember me? Not because the 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
Some soldiers and some baking soda, you can buy car

Gold Grills, 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 swear on the of our dead cousin's
I bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'
7's and 11's
I told 'em all I no hoe
But niggas listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him that Callico
I'm tryin' to in God's plan
But I had to show fagots
That your with a man, ya bitch
I left them niggas needin'

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

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

I'm the King, it ain't no mystery, so 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
I pack a pack a pound, just ask around
Like 50, I'll You Down
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the

You know my niggas hold me
What goes around comes
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
It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em

Grills, Coupe' 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, welcome to the

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's 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