Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

Ay, Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' this year
We comin' straight for you, we 'bout gettin' crunk, nigga
Fuck that shit you talkin
When I see yo ass nigga, this how gon pop off
This how shit gon go down from here on out
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 that that you talkin'
that shit that you talkin'

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

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
in the street wit Crunk and A.D
So I that nigga to come and try me
Dare that to walk my street
me cock it back and let go
Comin' up popular, a fuck nigga
let his ass know, he ain't nuttin' but a ho

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

Fuck that nonsense, 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 betta

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

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

Yeah, fuck that shit that you talkin'
Go get yo and start walkin'
My crew too thick so get off me to wit you I got whodi
Peepin' the scene, so don't me, ho don't try me, I stay ready
Yo shirt be, so damn heavy, I snipe yo ass like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve, so ho let's it outside
Revolver tucked in my pocket, I'm 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 ya'll seein' stars
think you're touchin' Mars 'cause we some must asses
A second anywhere where there be shit talkin'
So do not get smart 'cause here we runnin' thangs
Ain't got no time for lames, just that money, mayne
Just watch me spray some flames, get up, release anger
I keep sixteen in the and one off in the chamber

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

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

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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