Luyện nghe bài hát You're EVerything

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

It's candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seats, and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel hangin' man
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans dickies (Dickies)
That Swisher sweet, cigarillos up with the sticky (Sticky)
The bam'n and the bass kick-kickin'
Cadillac do's slammin' on them tippin'
We ain't trippin' flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)
they could never beat us best us or be us
I'm a G a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' 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 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)

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, money long on my kids
R.I.P. to my Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that
Niggas fake, they hate paint, and all the paper that your partner make
Shakin' dice a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right
Haterade Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made
Friend or foe never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow

Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some
Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, died and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got several
That whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home, I'm die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back, that bitch up alone
With no label backin', 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 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, Jermaine
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall
We all but we all rep the same 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 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 want more, but we mo'
else is there left for me to do?
This the dedication me to you
The South, I you gonna see, me through
So I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're 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)