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
When I see yo ass nigga, how shit gon pop off
This how shit gon go down here on out nigga
So we gotta tell niggas, to wake the fuck up
Cy co Black, let 'em

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

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

to the mothafuckin' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and behind me
in the street wit Crunk and A.D
So I that nigga to come and try me
Dare that nigga to my street
Watch me cock it and let go
up popular, he's a fuck nigga
I'ma let his ass know, he ain't but a ho

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

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

Yeah, bitch fuck that that you talkin'
Go get yo clique and start
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 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' is my specialty, one like me, you will never see
Ho you know I'm wit M.O.B, wanna buck? whatever G

Keep on poppin', I'ma show you just how we are
niggas thank yall buck? We'll have ya'll seein' stars
You'll think you're touchin' Mars we some must asses
A blastin' 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 flames, get up, release some anger
I keep sixteen in the and one off in the chamber

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

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

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 bitches betta

What's up
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