Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

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

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

Fuck shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you
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 bitches betta

to the mothafuckin' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and behind me
Park in the street wit and A.D
So I dare nigga to come and try me
Dare that nigga to my street
Watch me 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 on yo ass real quick
real shit and I don't play games, ATL be my domain
Creep yo cast and yo ass, so fuck that shit you talkin' mayne

Fuck 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 bitches betta

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

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

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

Keep on poppin', show you just how deep we are
Ya'll niggas thank yall buck? We'll ya'll seein' stars
You'll think you're Mars 'cause we some must asses
A second blastin' anywhere where there be shit
So do not get smart 'cause 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 and one off in the chamber

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

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

Fuck that nonsense, 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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