Luyện nghe bài hát From The South

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From the
I got the diamonds in my

Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the
Holding the rap game, like wood can't let go
You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on level
Stay to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And pouring gas too, if there
Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder I went
I'ma get you if I owe ya, ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then hit the fence
Better keep my closed, so they can't see the shining
They think it was Z-Ro, all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a freeze, with bags of ice in it
My 3-57 pretty, but nothing nice in it
Too many bitches, and not rubbers
Got so many, all my real niggaz under the
a nigga full of life, light close like shutters
God damn, staying healthy is hard as a

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[Paul
I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my
Platinum and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball
I'm Paul my smile is blinding, my ice is shining like a chandelier
I tend to brush my teeth with Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine
I got mo karats vegetable soup,, I'm a Texas icon a People's Champ
Put on your when I commits to approach, my mouth is eliminating like a lamp
It got gold and platinum and ice, cause that's how it is in the Lone Star State
With a cup full of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Grey Tape

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[Lil'
Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my
You just rapping that platinum, homie you need to chill
Cause you embarrassing Texas, you ain't trill
Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on
My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky
If you ain't spend thirty, in your piece and chain (Southside)

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Blucka-blucka-blucka, how my gun go
If I'm looking agitated, bitch you run hoe
I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm though
Princess cuts up and down, Johnny done those
I got loud ice, just like Paul
down South, brighter than all y'all
When it's to get your jewelry done who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, me out
On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a
Even with a suspended license, finna flip
Ain't no limit to cash, ain't nothing I can't get
deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip
Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck clips
These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't trust my bitch
I'm from the South, and I got in my mouth

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