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, dirty show 'em how the do
Gold Grills, Coupe' 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 of G-Unit, welcome to the South

Working this wood wheel, y'all know how good it feel
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 no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and start

I know I'm country, I can't help it, I'm Tennessee
I'm throwin' up this Hennisey and up my enemy
Y'all remember me? Not because the Bird's tennekee
But Young Buck 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 need is a Jar
Some soldiers and some soda, you can buy that car

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

I swear on the of our dead cousin's
I ain't bustin', man I'm A.K. 40's bustin'
7's and 11's
I 'em all I ain't no hoe
But niggas don't 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 them niggas needin' path

And y'all probably won't live to see weekend
Gotta go, go, fuckin' Mash out
I hit the dro' a lil more and then I out
Crashin' the H2, bitches I you
Now you keep talkin' shit, I and ducktape you
Let them rape you
Then back 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 your 'Lac, with your bitch, high

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the do
We pop pills, to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on of G-Unit, welcome 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' baby Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she me
Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they friskin' me
'Cuz I pack a a pound, just ask around
Like 50, Back You Down
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, on the ground

You know my niggas me down
What goes around comes
I represent H-Town, still run the
With bricks on the Greyhound, spree's on my
I'm I made 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, 'em down

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

Grills, Coupe' 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 of G-Unit, welcome to the South