Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah! I all you proud sisters to stand up
I want to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your together
I want you to stand on up, now I got to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the together
So come on now and get up to it

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the
Cause the motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independent women and all the mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my pullin' triggers
And my in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty
Then we took it all around the
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, you want?
I even got a little 'n' roll
The creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

Cause they get what I got's
want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' time
And I'm about to 'em choke
Better turn stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm
While he doin' shows, I'm in streets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in streets
And my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level
I gotta car wash, I shop on O' National
I got my own label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we
Who this thing he is?

I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I
Oh lawd, more than a barber shop, call the cops
in the way want to baller block
Little do they know that I'm callin'
And I'm not to be with
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck
I tried to tell 'em, but don't want to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they don't to glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the fools
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you can't make broken
Hear what I'm sayin' or what I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music I'ma still be if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' these
I said it once, say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

Yeah,
The King of the kings has
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, to block
We let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We don't die, we
We Def Jam history
Thanks for the CD shawty!