Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Gangsters

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

A entrepre-negro
CEO of Tha Peace Records
He his empire
Into multiple businesses

Includin' his Thai food restaurant,
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 your neighborhood dealer
I got rifles that ya below ya bible belt
And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Phelps

But you'll be swimmin' the fishes
Softer bitches washin' dishes
Fool, the business?
I'm already rich, so talk mo'
thirty large for cigars of you hoe niggaz

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

I and blast you into outer space
Break every bone in ya, you so out of
Boom without a trace, you a to block
I got red beams, let's play connect the dots

He's the biggest boss, outta the MIYayo
from the port of Miami
To it trilla
Involved in many acts of violence

This goes deeper rap shit
He's eight figures
So young niggaz, up
I present to you, Ross, the boss

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

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

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

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

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

They were high rollin' hustlers
Boi and Dolla Boy
Playaz aka the Duffel Bag Boys

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

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

And the estate got a lake for a
The pool room 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 catch kudos, you
Yeah, we move weight like
And kicks it with them bitches like judo

Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been another of Southern Gangsta
Thanks for tunin' in, what's for Luda?
Well, anything's possible in the of the Mind