Luyện nghe bài hát You're EVerything

Man I love bein' from the Dirty South man
It me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today
The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am man
Lot of people got and, issues and, problems with
What they see comin the South and who doin what in the South man
But I'mma tell you like
Fuck you dawg, the South nigga
We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't no-motherfuckin'-where
it how you like it, hate it or love it ho!

It's candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel hangin' man
White T's, fitted hats, under dickies (Dickies)
That sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)
The fifteens bam'n and the bass
Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's
We ain't trippin' just flippin these dip when they see us (When they see us)
'Cause could never beat us best us or be us
I'm a G a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man
It's the South, nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real

everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do you want me to (I will do anything)
Get on my for you (Oh baby)
What is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)

at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit, bones all on my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my
R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit
Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the that your partner make
Shakin' dice like a face of life, just ain't tastin' right
Haterade they Gatorade, look at these they gator made
Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to

Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' syrup
blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got pistols
That whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home, I'm die and I'm gone
I I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone
With no label backin', pride split fractions
I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' at the crackin' (Y'all scared)

You're I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I do anything)
Get on my for you (Oh baby)
What is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)

Let's about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, D
T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil
Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Wall
We all but we all rep the same thing
God first, then money in the South man

call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
The South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for
When I'm outta town gotta get home, for
Everything that I raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us
profilin', police harassment regular days to us
You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'
You say whore, we say ho, you more, but we want mo'
else is there left for me to do?
This the from me to you
The South, I know you gonna see, me
So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, everything

everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do you want me to (I will do anything)
Get on my for you (Oh baby)
What else is to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)