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, dirty show 'em how the do
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's on 22's
The dirty, baby show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the

Working wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
Just to Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' in the kitchen
We go to prison, but get out and go to get in it
hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and bustin'

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

Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
The dirty, baby show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, to the South

I swear on the soul's of our dead
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 don't listen till you kick a
Smack him with that
I'm tryin' to stay in plan
But I had to show fagots
That your fuckin' with a man, ya
I left them needin' path

And probably won't live to see this weekend
go, gotta go, fuckin' Mash out
I hit the a lil more and then I pass out
Crashin' the H2, I hate you
Now you keep talkin' shit, I and ducktape you
Let them rape you
Then back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
Tell them bitches and get me
'Cuz I was in this bitch 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 of G-Unit, welcome 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
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 You Down
Run to ya' crib and ya' pounds, everybody on the ground

You know my hold me down
What goes comes around
I H-Town, still run the underground
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 level
It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em

Gold Grills, Coupe' sittin' on 22's
The dirty, baby show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the

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