Luyện nghe bài hát You're EVerything

Man f'real I bein' 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 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
you dawg, this the South nigga
We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin'
Take it how you like it, hate it or it ho!

It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, tire swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, wheel just hangin' man
White T's, fitted hats, under dickies (Dickies)
That sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)
The fifteens bam'n and the bass
Cadillac slammin' on them po'-po's tippin'
We ain't trippin' just flippin haters dip when they see us (When they see us)
'Cause could never 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 that's why I it man, f'real

You're I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you me to (I will 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)

Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' to sell it twice
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 partner make
Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just tastin' right
Haterade Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made
Friend or foe niggas know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow

Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some
Fingers blistered Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
But I my issue, I got several 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, that bitch up alone
With no label backin', pride split into
I hit the on peggy 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 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, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Dupri
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul
We all different but we all rep the thing
God first, then money in the South man

They call me Tyte, MJG
The South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for
When I'm outta town gotta get home, for
Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma to us
Racial profilin', police harassment days 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'
else is there left for me to do?
This the from me to you
The South, I you gonna see, me through
So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, everything

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 there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but cry)