Luyện nghe bài hát Represent 4 The South

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

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

[Lil'
Money to be made best believe a glockin'
I run it like a quarterback option
I 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin
She buy herself some clothes and she me back on chopper
Niggas try'na it but no I don't play soccer
I'm all my cake, I'm try'na marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip game
And off of one key, I see seventy thousand
Now I was dice, smokin on a joint
I bet Yo Gotti he hit five straight points
We over here hustlin, we over here
You rap bout money and a nigga might you
Rap bout me and a might find you
Banana in ya ass wit ya head right ya
Dope game bitch, let his momma worry him
You can at me, a fee!

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