Luyện nghe bài hát Down Heya (In The South)

And thats how we it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride the hood
In the Delta 88' with that Georgia license plate These niggas, know
They don't even wanna show no love to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for tryin' to get mine in daily

at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, a nigga, stressed out
Make him fast

Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been
These stankin' bitches get boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but thanking the game I spit

I put they ass in a rap and out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick part now, then hit the
Now see I jumps up, a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, no way out

Through the I spin, intruders, we break em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the Attic
No flaw within, we Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We after you, so what you do is count to three then your shoes
Then out the door, back to hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause J-Bo is who I be, won't with you
Don't with me, so can't you see through the enemies

be all you can fuckin' be, stay sucker free
But first get nuts before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so you got now if you ride out on them cruts, Hook

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, out with the beat
We shakin' off, cut em' up like a slab
hit the studio and take it back to the lab

A day late and a short on the cat walk, windin'
to get meat, 22 tryin' to see 23, Shawty, three U double T's
What it ain't gonna be, what it is over years I been
And scrapin' still ain't came up with

Let get they time to shine still waitin' on mine
In the meantime tryin' to a loophole
God knows where the next one, for
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind stop

Like time don't stop, a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
bit fake chasers, I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta on packin', slackin' gonna get me

Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, don't no flow
As as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

Always underestimated, don't gives a fuck, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk this thang get too late
up, wait, my homeboys straight
Don't make me go your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what I said

We ain't scared, prepared to take thang to the streets
Caprice and Fleetwood ride good Vouges the beat
You might not understand a damn thang that I
I'm slizzard as hell, stomp your punk ass to sleep

And when this get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that club and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
if you will, thank its funny but it ain't what the fuck you gonna do When they hit you, stick you for your bank

From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the
I got the Fleetwood, most likely to complain

See somethings can't be explained, how we really do man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you me once again
you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you tell me man

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two Capri, crunk out with the beat
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it to the lab

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab