Luyện nghe bài hát Chung-A-Lung

[Pastor Troy
Pastor,
I'm just laying down my bass
You know my bass my one
Y'all God (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank that bitch off the
Yeah, niggas know what time it is
PT in the (nigga)
A yo and this is for bustin' bottles
Give me a P, me an A, give me a S, give me a T
Give me a P, me a T

1]
Hold up, wait a
Let PT, gangsta in it
win it
I'm talkin' the trophy
Got me chillin' with bitch name Sophie
She say she know me from one night in the
Then say I was smokin', tellin' her to it
Now sounds like me
The mutha fuckin' Pastor the ole G
DSGB tat' my chest
And hell nigga I put that shit in my flesh
The be for best, but these bustas just on poppin'
Know when they my shit the club rockin'
You niggas
My thirty-two is in
Got that tuck my dick and nut sack
I bet security didn't keep
I'm on the floe' wit' my weapon

(Chorus 2x)
When I off in the club we Chug-A-Lug
I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug
I'mma role up wit' these thugs Chug-A-Lug
Puts a back in mug we Chug-A-Lug

2]
Nigga, (yeah)
Ever seen a remmy bottle this
an imagine how it gone feel against ya' wig
?? ass nigga, my nig'
Take swig
up my set
Dog tags hanging a Vietnam vet'
Some bitches
And some looking dirty
Mad wit' me 'cause in the club thirsty
I'm talkin' tongue hanging down to they throat
Broke ass nigga talkin' 'bout they dope
hea' folk, let us leave the bar
If you ain't got no money, then ya' ass to ya' car
Ya' with a star
Far from
Ya' me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova
I buss a mutha fuckin bottle my 'cause'
Toast each other and