Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' The South

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

Know I'm sayin'? Then it to the West coast
And they did it a little bit
Know I'm But now it's our time
To down here nigga

Know I'm sayin'? So since niggaz keep sayin'
We ain't real hip hop down
We wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

Pushin' cocaine, pounds of weed
stayin' on the grind
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 the man?
That talk on every song
You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your out
Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the on, on, ooh yeah

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

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

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

Bought damn near record the motherfucker dropped
coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop
Now our time to shine and the tables is turned
motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn

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

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

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

I the get coke but I'm still clockin' figures
Bitch hoe suckin' nigga
And that for all you visitors too
If you like it down here, get the fuck on fool

They say you can't rap and they questionin' our
Friendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the
Ain't nobody that much can't be a danger
Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo'

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

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

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

To all the radio, TV and the press
Been on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress
think we came in the place, say man we came in the state
Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, we got somethin' to say

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch ass nigga, ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'
You reap you sew and fuck you in ya pussy
Keep talkin' that
Them young gladiators go get you too partner

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