Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain't nothin' this year
We straight for you, we talkin' 'bout gettin' crunk, nigga
that shit you talkin nigga
When I see yo ass nigga, this how gon pop off
This how shit gon go down from on out nigga
So we gotta tell ya'll niggas, to the fuck up
Cy co Black, let 'em

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

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

Fuck that nonsense, nigga I'm
You got a wit my click, I'm outside
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 that to come and try me
Dare nigga to walk my street
me cock it back and let go
Comin' up popular, he's a fuck
I'ma let his ass know, he nuttin' but a ho

Fuck yo words, yo words don't mean shit, all that get yo ass hit
Beat yo 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 that you talkin' mayne

Fuck 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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