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 and, issues and, problems with
What they see comin from the and who doin what in the South man
But tell you like this
Fuck you dawg, the South nigga
We be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where
it how you like it, hate it or love it ho!

It's that paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden
Suede roof, neon lights, tire swang and bang
drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man
White T's, fitted hats, under dickies (Dickies)
Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)
The bam'n and the bass kick-kickin'
Cadillac do's on them po'-po's tippin'
We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when see us (When they see us)
'Cause they could never beat us us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius, best to respect my thuggin' man
It's the South, nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real

everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you 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)

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

Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some
Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got several
That won't whistle, missles knockin' from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home, I'm die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up
With no backin', pride 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)
else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)

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

call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
The Dirty South, is everything I want, 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 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?
This the dedication me to you
The South, I know you see, me through
So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, everything

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)