Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' year
We comin' 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 gon go down from here on out nigga
So we gotta tell ya'll niggas, to wake the up
Cy co Black, let 'em

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

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

to the mothafuckin' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and Killa me
Park in the wit Crunk and A.D
So I dare nigga to come and try me
that nigga to walk my street
Watch me cock it and let go
up popular, he's a fuck nigga
I'ma let his ass know, he nuttin' but a ho

yo words, yo words 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
real 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 problem wit my click, I'm
I got my gun and my motherfuckin'
We bussin' heads, so you bitches hide

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

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

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

Keep on poppin', I'ma you just how deep we are
Ya'll niggas thank yall buck? We'll have ya'll stars
You'll think you're touchin' '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, just that money, mayne
Just watch me spray some flames, get up, some anger
I keep sixteen in the and one off in the chamber

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

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

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

What's up
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