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 gangster I am man
Lot of got opinions and, issues and, problems with
What they see comin from the South and who doin in the South man
But tell you like this
Fuck you dawg, this the nigga
We gon' be here, we here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where
Take it how you like it, it or love it ho!

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

everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I 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)

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

Dude scrapin' the curb, sippin' some syrup
Fingers twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got pistols
That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty
my home, 'til 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 on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)

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

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

They me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
The Dirty South, is I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for
I'm outta town gotta get home, just for
Everything that I been raised to love, the my grand-momma gave to us
Racial profilin', police harassment regular to us
You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'
You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we 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, you're

everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I 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)