Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

Yeah, Dirty South baby,
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn
It's goin'

Yeah, Flex, Volume Fo'
the peace, Def Jam South
'Cris, you

Oh, it's my turn,
I got permission to put ya mamma in a
She tried to me in a figure-fo' leg lock
She said she like the way I and make the bed rock

Or how I lick and her twisted like a dreadlock
And it's on, so stop the sweatin' like a
And get balance like a bike without the kickstand
I I changed the definition of a hit man
'Cuz I could really a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon

We puttin' in your residence
And lose anybody for the president
We thugged out niggaz with intelligence
So all bullshit you yappin' is irrelevant

Oh yeah, I represent the Southside
I'm a dentist women open they mouth wide
You be in jail, still runnin' it on the
Thank not then, won't ya up ya mouth right, but who cares?

I got my corner on
About to hold this whole down
tell 'em how the South sound
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

I got my on lockdown
About to hold this whole block
tell 'em how the South sound
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

to Shady park is like a peep show
It's respectable ladies and there some freak hoes
I know killers that go to church up in they clothes
You'll end up missin' more than Shaq shootin' free throws

They packin' and 'bout to open up the dope
My neighborhood is stoppin' cars like a
They movin' like Atlanta was movin' boat rock
And catchin' 'em's like Muslims eatin' pork chops
Never and meanwhile I been thinkin', man
Niggaz been slangin' tapes like slangin' 'caine

'Cuz in the hood, it's gettin' like orangutang
So if you tryin' to stop the hustle, get the
Okay, we tryin' to make our own White
Paint it black and start our fuckin' pipes out
You try to tackle players and you'll get psyched out
can't fuck with us niggaz, you think they dyked out, so don't play

I got my on lockdown
About to this whole block down
tell 'em how the South sound
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

I got my corner on
About to hold this whole block
Ludacris 'em how the South sound
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

Disturbin' the peace, we do that shit
Hey, what can I We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades and that funky shit
And keep y'all women away if they got funky

Understand, we got dough and it get rolled up
You pay the price and we got the block sold up
nothin' nice, a full house don't make you fold up
You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like, up

God damn, I need to say it on a
And tell sister, get the fuck up off the telephone
These fools is tickin' me off fifty metronome
I'm takin' all of ya money, just call me

Alright, I got the and the safe key
You tell your bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you wanna be heroes and me?
It's Ludacris, won't no evidence to trace me, you know why?

I got my on lockdown
About to hold this whole block
tell 'em how the South sound
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

I got my on lockdown
About to hold whole block down
Ludacris 'em how the South sound
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

Funky shit, oh, do funky shit, oh
Do that funky shit, oh, do that shit oh
Do funky shit, uh, do that funky shit uh
Do that shit