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' sittin' on 22's
The dirty, baby show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, to kill, you know 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, 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 than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the lot and start bustin'

I know I'm country, I can't 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 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 is a Pyrex Jar
Some and some 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 what we
And on behalf of G-Unit, to the South

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 niggas listen till you kick a nigga
him with that Callico
I'm tryin' to in God's plan
But I had to show these
That your fuckin' a man, ya bitch
I left niggas needin' path

And y'all probably won't live to see this
go, gotta go, fuckin' Mash out
I hit the dro' a lil and then I pass out
Crashin' the H2, I hate you
Now you keep shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
Let them Fagots you
Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys revenge
Tell bitches come and get me
'Cuz I was in this 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 baby show 'em how the 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' with a
Yo' Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin' me
'Cuz I pack a pack a pound, just ask
Like 50, I'll Back You
Run to ya' crib and ya' pounds, everybody on the ground

You know my hold me down
goes around comes around
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 gettin' cheeda', now we on another
It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on
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

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on
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, to the South