Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To The South

Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner
G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in 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 of G-Unit, welcome to the South

this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
Just come to Cashville, y'all see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the
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 help it, I'm from
I'm throwin' up this Hennisey and up my enemy
Y'all niggas me? Not because the Bird's tennekee
But Young Buck been A G', I give a 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 and some baking soda, you can buy that car

Gold Grills, Coupe' 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, welcome to the

I swear on the of our dead cousin's
I bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'
7's and Mack
I 'em all I ain't no hoe
But niggas don't till you kick a nigga
him with that Callico
I'm tryin' to stay in God's
But I had to show these
That your fuckin' a man, ya bitch
I left them niggas path

And y'all won't live to see this weekend
Gotta go, go, fuckin' Mash out
I hit the dro' a lil and then I pass out
the H2, bitches I hate you
Now you keep shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
Let them rape 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, gettin'

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 we 'bout
And on of G-Unit, welcome to the South

I'm the King, it no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas dissin' me
I'm goin' in history, I'm leavin' with a victory
Yo' Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never 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 hold me down
What around comes around
I represent H-Town, run the underground
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 G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's 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

Gold Grills, Coupe' sittin' on 22's
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, to the South