Luyện nghe bài hát You're EVerything

Man f'real I love from the Dirty South man
It made me the G I am today, made me the I am today
The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am man
Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems
What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the man
But tell you like this
you dawg, this the South nigga
We gon' be here, we been here, and goin' no-motherfuckin'-where
Take it how you like it, it or love it ho!

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

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

Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it
Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow all on my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib, money that's on my kids
R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't wit that
Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner
Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't 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, sippin' some syrup
Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, died and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got pistols
won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm
I know I put it on my back, held that up alone
With no label backin', pride into fractions
I hit the ocean on peggy back 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, Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul
We all but we all rep the same thing
God first, then money in the South man

They me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
The Dirty South, is everything I want, I need, everything I'm longin' for
When I'm outta town get home, just for
Everything that I been raised to love, the my grand-momma gave to us
Racial profilin', police harassment 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 dedication me to you
The South, I you gonna see, me through
So I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything

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