Luyện nghe bài hát BME Click

(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! this out
(whats up)
your Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon
(That's nigga)
BME
(yea)
right
(Yea)
Now IIIIII got to get some shit out my chess
(let it out)
It's a lot Fuck Nigga been talking shit me
(fuck)
but you what
Nigga I Don't give a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Nigga Handle His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do right now

(Bezel)
Whateva give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my girl a leg in the thigh
She better spread her let me hear her ayi yi yi
say if you wait a little while good things'll come
Drink get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient I really can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way before that 8 song
I that benze go ahead and run that man
Boy a ho I think you wanna man
It's not boy from D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out like ain't he well
Adamville ain't
still the same
They thought knockin with stuvella would stop the cane
Boss the plane they livin' on island
Double move if a made Atlanta Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get away me
I play, I just ride
How they gon' see I don't hide
had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I on the grind
Girls me head so I gotta million miles
World's wanted I done did a million crimes
be established that I'm twice platinum
Gimme some space nigga back back
Ain't really but ain't that dumb
aint a saler nigga you can keep it crunk
I don't drop hits I drop bombs
Forget a star nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good
Kings of crunk nigga comin yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I come to play
(say what)
I came to bars inside cars
To let you niggas where I stay
285 way don't the byway
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm wit this shit
I rip drawers off yo balls off
Cuz you knew before you came in my girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was at it bitch
Before you close the now dats for show
We on that dro you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And know my hip that chrome
For the who talkin' shit
They better leave me
I playin' no games
I'm just out for fame
Gettin' this money is how I see ya blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this
hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a
All you niggas keep on stressin how we up the essence
This herbal session just keep a full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that for protection
Now gimme loot
This motherfucka make me pimp shoot
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you don't play me for lame
This motherfucka that wanted to listen I his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E pussy
Lil LA off in biych
to bust yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich if you wanna talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
the bottom to the top
Top to you will go
Naw ho I ain't the nigga to be wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
that nigga ass up
I kill for fun (mayne)
I ain't mayne (Mayne)
What's up up fuck nigga
Who you to
Yeah ass nigga we comin' for you
If you wanna talk shit better be
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't like a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them niggas ain't gon' fight
So shoot first
Big nigga wanna tustle so put them to work
Decatur it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo than a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate wishin that yo bitch ass it
Crunker then a dog in the south gate
we got hoe ass others got it for sale
Real head bustin head a work and the mail
What's that smell ya ass in a hotel
No because now guns in the chair
Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya Lil Jon, the esb finna put they on ya
Got claims on yo the hitman I be
You want the job just holla at me, yeah

(Bo Hagon)
I can't feel the the beneath me
one of hoes is down to freak me
Haters they allowed to rounds to leak me
Have my family sittin' 'round to me
Life as a hustla an everyday struggler to double up
And I ain't a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to us
Better up
The streets they what it is
They know the fake they know what the real
They go for the kill do you feel hop in the 'lac flash ya grill
Show your gold throw your
on ya toes and don't trust these hoes
Play ya part and do ya
put money before the fame

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas wanna see me
Runnin' 'round hatin' on me
Wanna know what I do wit my
'84 Chevy
Now I can buy that nine
And I can get Escalade
to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that thang spray
Reppin GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but real niggas and out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull the
An' put some in the head of a fuck nigga

(Big Sam)
Woke up this mornin
With a pump and my hand on the
Had a dream last night I was bein' on by a bunch of these fuck niggas
These niggas done me slip now into my alias now
Coup de gras officers and all these haters and these niggas right now
Frankly I'm hot and
shit is ludacris
Same niggas you up wit
nigga niggas get they wig split
So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass
you must not know who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 nigga XL
Big Sam just this shit to let you know what's real
You bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
Nigga

We Ain't
Money
Gangsta ridin
More Rich shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't playing