Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To The South

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

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

Working this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it
come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood 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 fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and bustin'

I know I'm country, I can't help it, I'm from
I'm up this Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy
niggas remember 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 is a Pyrex Jar
Some and some baking soda, you can buy that car

Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby 'em how the South 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 A.K. 40's bustin'
7's and Mack
I told 'em all I no hoe
But niggas listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him with Callico
I'm tryin' to stay in plan
But I had to show fagots
That your fuckin' with a man, ya
I left them niggas needin'

And y'all probably won't live to see 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 kidnap and you
Let them rape you
Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya want revenge
Tell them bitches and get me
'Cuz I was born in this to tie
I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with bitch, gettin' high

Gold Grills, Coupe' 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'm the King, it no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas dissin' me
I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' a victory
Yo' baby Momma 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, ask around
Like 50, I'll Back You
Run to ya' and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground

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

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's 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

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 behalf of G-Unit, to the South