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 South and who doin in the South man
But I'mma tell you this
Fuck you dawg, this the South
We gon' be here, we been here, and goin' no-motherfuckin'-where
Take it how you 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, Vogue tire swang and
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just man
T's, fitted 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 them tippin'
We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When see us)
'Cause they could never us best us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my man
It's the South, ain't nothin' 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)
else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)

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

Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' syrup
blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got pistols
That won't whistle, missles gristle from fatty tissue
my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone
I I put it on my back, held 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)
else is there 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, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil
Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, 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 then money in the man

They me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
The Dirty South, is everything I want, I need, everything I'm longin' for
When I'm outta town gotta get home, for
Everything that I raised to love, the wisdom 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 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 know, I don't know, but I'll cry)