Luyện nghe bài hát Represent 4 The South

[Chorus: Young (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2]
I for the South
My residence is the
golds in my mouth
Bring my and my charm
I'm as hot as it get
I'm the youngest in
and ya oughta show respect
I for da South

Ross:]
I'm not a thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a fuck, push ya hat back
Still sellin' dubs nigga, fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's
I had to my chain to grab a half ounce
10 years later, for me to cash out
You dealin' wit a dope dealin'
Fuck nigga, I get the shit catered
See the clique tailored, the Gucci shit
I fucks wit' Damon, I'm in the kid
My mom on a late nights
When I used to em in wit da straight white
Now I'm 6, 17 a li'l Beamer
First car, far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy his relationship
I think momma 'im cuz he wasn't makin shit

[Lil'
Money to be made best believe a nigga
I run it like a quarterback option
I pitch 'er ten g's, a bitch to go shoppin
She buy herself some and she brought me back on chopper
Niggas try'na kick it but no I play soccer
I'm all about my cake, I'm try'na marry Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip proper
And off of one key, I see seventy dollars
Now I was dice, smokin on a joint
I bet wit' Yo he hit five straight points
We here hustlin, we over here grindin
You rap bout money and a nigga sign you
Rap me and a nigga might find you
Banana in ya ass wit ya right behind ya
Dope game bitch, let his worry about him
You can at me, a fee!

[Young
bitch (bitch), need I say more (more)
When you get with these, look I got twenty more (haha)
Still got blow money, cause I know money (money)
Now I'm on the gettin' fifty a show money
Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duct (tape)
30 minutes flat, I could bake a cake
Got a pocket full of stacks, safe of blocks
When they cam through, look the stones on the
Iced out belt buckle, they had a chance
Drop sixty grand, just to up my pants
got da Chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo
Twelve carats in my ears just the show 'em what I fo' (hey!)