Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

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

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

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

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

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 that nigga to walk my
Watch me cock it and let go
Comin' up popular, he's a fuck
let his ass know, he ain't nuttin' but a ho

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

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 hide

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

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

Yeah, bitch fuck that shit that you
Go get yo clique and walkin'
My crew too thick so get off me to wit you I got whodi
Peepin' the scene, so don't test me, ho don't try me, I stay
Yo shirt gon' be, so heavy, I snipe yo ass like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve, so ho let's it outside
tucked 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', show you just how deep we are
Ya'll niggas thank yall buck? We'll have ya'll seein'
You'll think you're touchin' Mars 'cause we must asses
A second blastin' anywhere where be shit talkin'
So do not get bitch 'cause here we runnin' thangs
Ain't got no time for lames, just 'bout that money,
watch me spray some flames, get up, release some anger
I keep in the clip and one off in the chamber

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

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

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 betta hide

What's up
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