Luyện nghe bài hát You're EVerything

Man f'real I love bein' the Dirty South man
It made me the G I am today, made me the I am today
The grinder, the baller, the I am today man
Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems
What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the man
But I'mma tell you like
Fuck you dawg, this the South
We gon' be here, we here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where
Take it how you it, hate it or love it ho!

It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, and grill
seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just man
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans dickies (Dickies)
Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)
The fifteens bam'n and the kick-kickin'
Cadillac do's on them po'-po's tippin'
We ain't trippin' just flippin haters dip when they see us (When they see us)
'Cause they could beat us best us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius, best to just my thuggin' man
It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man,

everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I do anything)
Get on my for you (Oh baby)
What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but cry)

Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my
Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my
R.I.P. to my Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that
Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper your partner make
Shakin' like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right
Haterade Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made
Friend or foe never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow

Dude scrapin' the curb, sippin' some syrup
Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it
But I handle my issue, I got several
That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from tissue
Mississippi's my home, I'm die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back, held that up alone
With no label backin', split into fractions
I hit the ocean on bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)

everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do you want me to (I will do anything)
Get on my for you (Oh baby)
What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but cry)

talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, D
T.I.P, Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Dupri
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Wall
We all different but we all rep the thing
God first, family money in the South man

They call me Tyte, MJG
The South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for
When I'm outta town get home, just for
Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma to us
Racial profilin', police regular days to us
You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'
You say whore, we say ho, you more, but we want mo'
What is there left for me to do?
the dedication from me to you
The South, I you gonna see, me through
So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, everything

everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you me to (I will do anything)
Get on my for you (Oh baby)
else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)