Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To The South

Young Buck, Lil Flip, Banner 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 baby 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know we 'bout
And on of G-Unit, welcome to the South

Working this wood wheel, don't know how good it feel
Just come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how it is
We in the projects, chickens in the kitchen
We go to prison, but get out and go to get in it
Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all
We in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and start 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 me? Not because the Bird's tennekee
But Buck 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, Deville's sittin' 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, welcome to the

I on the soul's of our dead cousin's
I ain't bustin', man I'm A.K. 40's bustin'
7's and Mack
I told 'em all I no hoe
But niggas don't listen you kick a nigga
Smack him that Callico
I'm tryin' to in God's plan
But I had to these fagots
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 a lil more and then I pass out
the H2, bitches I hate you
Now you keep talkin' shit, I and ducktape you
Let them Fagots you
Then it's to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
them bitches come and get me
'Cuz I was in this bitch to tie
I'm in Queens, in 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high

Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the 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 y'all niggas dissin' me
I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' with a
Yo' Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, never friskin' me
'Cuz I a pack a pound, just ask around
Like 50, I'll Back You
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, on the ground

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

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

Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
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