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, 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 what in the South man
But I'mma you like this
you dawg, this the South nigga
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 candy paint, 84's, and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just man
White T's, fitted hats, under dickies (Dickies)
Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled 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 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 respect my man
It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and why I love it man, f'real

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)

Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to it twice
Yellow all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick
Honeycomb I my crib, money 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 partner make
Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't right
Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats gator made
Friend or foe niggas never (Know) never know when you fin' to blow

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

You're 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)

Let's talk about 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, Juicy J, DJ
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul
We all different but we all rep the same
God first, then 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 town get home, just 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 else is left for me to do?
This the dedication me to you
The South, I know you see, me through
So I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything

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