Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To The South

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

The dirty, dirty 'em how the South do
Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
The dirty, baby 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 this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it
Just come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how 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 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 up this Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy
Y'all niggas remember me? Not because the Bird's
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 baking soda, you can buy that car

Gold Grills, Coupe' sittin' 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 soul's of our cousin's
I ain't bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's
7's and 11's
I 'em all I ain't no hoe
But don't listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him with Callico
I'm tryin' to stay in plan
But I had to show these
That your with a man, ya bitch
I left niggas needin' path

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

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on
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 ain't no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas me
I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' a victory
Yo' Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never me
'Cuz I pack a pack a pound, ask around
50, I'll Back You Down
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, on the ground

You know my hold me down
What goes around comes
I represent H-Town, still run the
With bricks on the Greyhound, on my escalade
I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a 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 show 'em how the do
We pop pills, to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, to the South

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