Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

Uh, really goin' down in the South bitch
Yeah nigga, we hip hop and rap
And all that shit started in the East

Know I'm sayin'? it went to the West coast
And they did it a bit better
Know I'm sayin'? But now it's our
To shine down here

Know I'm So since y'all niggaz keep sayin'
We real hip hop down here
We don't wanna be down you bitch ass niggaz

So y'all stay up there that bullshit
country rap tunes down here nigga
Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground

All the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the
I got love for y'all but all you ass niggaz
Talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a
up

Pushin' cocaine, pounds of weed
Steady stayin' on the
Pussy can't say he ain't hatin' me
Because if you did, you wouldn't be lyin'

But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the
That talk down on every
You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' eyes out
Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh

hatin' the South, baby
We gettin' in the South, gettin' money
Quit hatin' the South,
Quit the South

Well, it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't left you
I some real trill shit to go left to
Gotta lot of respect fool, for the ones me
But when my came they act like they ain't know me

I've been down with rap music Cold Crush and Melle
MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele
Back when Whodini to tell ya about ya friends
Nigga I was rap all my time and my ends

Bought damn near every record the dropped
West coast music, East coast hip hop
Now it's our time to shine and the tables is
Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we some burn

There's no room for everybody, a few niggaz is swole
Probably 'cause they favorite ain't in control
But just let go of the 'cause it's hurtin' your hands
And it over to the next generation of fans

And quit the South, baby
We paper in the South, getting' money
Quit hatin' the South,
Quit the South

I'm blastin' off on you hoes like
You double standards and remind me of Massa
We ain't enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard
You wanna run up [Incomprehensible]

I from the get but I'm still clockin' figures
Bitch hoe cock suckin'
And that for all you visitors too
If you don't like it down here, get the on fool

They say you rap and they questionin' our intellect
ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the Internet
Ain't nobody typin' that much be a danger
Catch you in person, bitch break yo' fingers

some trash in the South but I promise you
From the to the West, some of y'all garbage too
As as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son
I can give a rat's ass where a rap is

I N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin' a rapper was the thing to be
You can't fuck Willie D, UGK either
Disrespectin' the code, motherfuckers neither

Quit the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, gettin'

To all the radio, TV and even the
Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we impress
Y'all think we came in the place, say man we in the state
Y'all listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin' to say

And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what about
I see y'all tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya
Y'all buy the beat, buy the like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'
But hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit workin'

I'ma O.G. Ball, write my name up on the wall
yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw
I'm Sweet Jones, a clone, legend on the microphone
Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's moist

I'm bumped the school, how I do, sippin' drank, each teen night
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and with her friend
Candy cart, 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house
And y'all still buy y'all dope from us
So what the fuck you niggaz talkin' 'bout?

All you ole sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm 'bout?
Y'all niggaz on period up there bitch
Know I'm 'bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
that bullshit through the air

Bitch, say my name bitch, come to ya house
Fuck how you feel, country rap nigga
put all y'all records on one side of the store
And put all the country rap on the other side of the store
And see who out first

Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit sellin'
You reap you sew and fuck you in ya pussy
talkin' that shit
Them young go come get you too partner

Already, UGK for life, fuck how you about it bitch
Young