Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To The South

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

The dirty, show 'em how the South do
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 what we
And on behalf of G-Unit, to the South

Working this wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
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 ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and start

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

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

I on the soul's of our dead cousin's
I bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'
7's and 11's
I 'em all I ain't 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
That your fuckin' a man, ya bitch
I them niggas needin' path

And y'all probably live to see this weekend
Gotta go, gotta go, Mash out
I hit the dro' a lil more and then I out
the H2, bitches I hate you
Now you talkin' shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
Let them Fagots 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 your bitch, high

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

I'm the King, it ain't no mystery, so fuck y'all 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, I hit the door, they never friskin' me
'Cuz I pack a a pound, just ask around
Like 50, Back You Down
Run to ya' and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground

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

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 of G-Unit, welcome to the South

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