Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Uv Da Woods

[intro -
This is, mystikal and
I'm

I'm not for the big bucks, no way God dammit
You can't it!
Make em feel the impact and I even in miami
Handlin with my man 'nem in
And they play me 'cause they I bring the kinda shit you feelin
As I'm it
I'm like the nba thumb on pawn shop tech nine,
Bitch I'm known for
mary, mary, mary
Put a mean ass on top of bad vocabulary
I through, intrude, move through distractions
Withstand hits and blows lose no traction
I threw a round off flop flip flop back at em
If a nigga clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God
Knuckle up boy, be no fucked boy
Me and guillotine we run some in a big truck boy
Run boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you come back boy
I flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the
I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern
And always tryin to find something to say about the brother man
I em flip em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra ya
what, this is a stick up
Give me back my shit I start pickin bricks up
mc's better run for it
Don't this way 'cause you can't walk on this side of the yard, (? )
And me for takin it to em
So expect me to lay it and represent my neck of the woods

Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah
and outkast, ha ha

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If it don't bump off in the club you rock
If it ain't 808 in the trunk it knock
If you round our neck of the woods you stop
'cause the people on the block gonna you where to drop, ahhhh

[big
All a the rise to the beat wise
To that that spit that street fire
Mystikal, andre and big boi takin em out of the like mark mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and small toto
You're bitch made like
You in a soroioty, I'm a call you cocoa
Like candy, go a song with brandy
But rhyming and timing, what is you sayin g?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is
And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be
Givin you to beat the block with, meet the cops with
My stamina's incredible so sucka try to stop this
The family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare 'cause it's me
But I live, gotta give one double o percent above the yeah
That fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, yeah

Yeah know that point never stop like that
All the way to

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Hey, what's your
3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, from the center of the sun
for a gun, only one
Strong believer in
Aahhhhh, oof!
In the state of
of forgotten fate, county of the blues
Street address generation x
But generation y to the point that I drink
on a new one
Walkin in my boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
What if I told you even if you made clocks?
Stops, rewinds, see what he finds
re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you like fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm live and ask
Or no heat and run for cover?

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