Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

He's a hustler, by law
A self-made
With a reckless disregard for the
Ludacris on Gangsta

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace
He expanded his
Into multiple businesses

Includin' his food restaurant, Straits
sites, WeMix.com
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com
The MVP of this rap

Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap
I stay strapped like neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible
And that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps

But you'll be swimmin' the fishes
Softer than bitches dishes
Fool, what's the
I'm rich, so talk mo' figures
Spit large for cigars of you hoe niggaz

I got gangstas rearrange ya whole face
And put your on ice, now that's a cold case
Never forget where you come or block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the like a cocker spaniel

I and blast you into outer space
Break every in ya, you so out of place
Boom a trace, you a bluff to block
I got red beams, let's play connect the dots

He's the biggest boss, comin' the MIYayo
from the port of Miami
To keepin' it
Involved in heated acts of violence

This goes than rap shit
He's worth figures
So niggaz, boss up
I to you, Rick Ross, the boss

I got a letter the government the other day
I opened and read it, it said we hustlers
Had a at eighteen, picture that
Got a Chevy with pictures on it from crack

Bitch I know Haitians, we Creole
Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin'
I got twenty cars, why
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas

Love the floors, got the Greek pillows
Frontin' at awards, real niggaz
I used to serve shake, now I serve
Three on the road, call it third bass

Big ass face, chop you in your face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last
Jewish friends, the newest Benz
You in a pool of blood, let me see you

Hailin' College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have been sort of mob
Or organization
According to authorities, they made a mil' a week
Sellin'

were some high rollin' hustlers
Tity Boi and Boy
Circle aka the Duffel Bag Boys

Uh, I'm so I wrote this verse in a hospital
It's an election year, I support
We roll like bicycles, icicle
White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the

I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor late
Ain't no thing as second place
And every day I live heavyweight, you featherweight
Fairytale tellin' niggaz really to take a break

And the estate got a lake for a
The room product put it all on my sacks card
For Yeah, for real
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I

I got dogs Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin' in a two do'
Bitches kudos, you know
Yeah, we move weight sumos
And it with them bitches like judo southside

Playaz Circle, Ross, Ludacris
This has another episode of Southern Gangsta
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