Luyện nghe bài hát You're EVerything

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

It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, and grill
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden
roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, wheel just hangin' man
White T's, fitted hats, under dickies (Dickies)
That Swisher sweet, filled up with the sticky (Sticky)
The fifteens and the bass kick-kickin'
Cadillac do's on them po'-po's tippin'
We ain't trippin' flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)
'Cause they could never beat us us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius, 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 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)

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

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

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 know, but I'll cry)

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

call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
The Dirty South, is everything I want, I need, everything I'm longin' for
When I'm outta gotta get home, just for
Everything that I been raised to love, the my grand-momma gave to us
profilin', police harassment 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 else is 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 what you want me to (I do anything)
Get on my for you (Oh baby)
What else is there to do (I know, I don't know, but I'll cry)