Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

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

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

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

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 bitches betta

Crunk to the I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and Killa me
in the street wit Crunk and A.D
So I dare that 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 words 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 yo ass, so fuck that shit you talkin' mayne

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What's up
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