Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we takin' nothin' this year
We comin' straight for you, we talkin' 'bout crunk, nigga
Fuck that shit you nigga
When I see yo ass nigga, how shit gon pop off
This how shit gon go down here on out nigga
So we tell ya'll niggas, to wake the fuck up
Cy co Black, let 'em

Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that shit you talkin'
Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that that you talkin'

Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you
Fuck that shit you talkin'
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Fuck that nonsense, I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click, I'm
I got my gun and my ride
We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta

Crunk to the I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, and Killa behind me
Park in the wit Crunk and A.D
So I dare nigga to come and try me
that nigga to walk my street
Watch me cock it and let go
Comin' up popular, a fuck nigga
I'ma let his ass know, he nuttin' but a ho

Fuck yo words, yo don't mean shit, all that talkin' get yo ass hit
yo bitch wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo ass real quick
This shit and I don't play games, ATL be my domain
Creep yo cast and beat yo ass, so fuck shit you talkin' mayne

Fuck nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin'
We bussin' heads, so you bitches hide

Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that shit you talkin'
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Fuck shit that you talkin'

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that shit that you talkin'
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Yeah, bitch fuck that that you talkin'
Go get yo clique and start
My too thick so get off me to fuck wit you I got whodi
Peepin' the scene, so don't test me, ho try me, I stay ready
Yo shirt gon' be, so damn heavy, I yo ass like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve, so ho let's take it
Revolver in my pocket, I'm feelin' what in my ride
Bussin' heads is my specialty, one like me, you never see
Ho you know I'm wit M.O.B, wanna It's whatever G

on poppin', I'ma show you just how deep we are
Ya'll niggas thank yall buck? We'll have ya'll stars
You'll think you're touchin' Mars 'cause we must asses
A second anywhere where there be shit talkin'
So do not get smart bitch here we runnin' thangs
Ain't got no time for lames, just 'bout money, mayne
Just me spray some flames, get up, release some anger
I keep sixteen in the and one off in the chamber

Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that shit you talkin'
that shit that you talkin'
Fuck shit that you talkin'

Fuck that shit you talkin'
that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you

that nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my ride
We bussin' heads, so you betta hide

What's up
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