Luyện nghe bài hát You're EVerything

Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty man
It me the G I am today, made me the hustler 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 South and who doin what in the man
But I'mma tell you this
you dawg, this the South nigga
We be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where
it how you like it, hate it or love it ho!

It's that paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seats, and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just man
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans dickies (Dickies)
That Swisher sweet, cigarillos up with the sticky (Sticky)
The fifteens bam'n and the kick-kickin'
do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin'
We ain't trippin' just these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)
'Cause they never beat us best 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

You're I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do you want 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 when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' 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 Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit
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 they Gatorade, look at these seats gator made
Friend or foe never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow

Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' some syrup
Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp and it hurt
But I my issue, I got several 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 backin', pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the (Y'all scared)

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 don't know, I know, but I'll cry)

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

They me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
The South, is everything I want, everything 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'
else is there left for me to do?
This the dedication me to you
The South, I know you gonna see, me
So until I die I be, wit'chu, you're everything

You're 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)