Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

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

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

Fuck that nonsense, nigga I'm
You got a problem wit my click, I'm
I got my gun and my motherfuckin'
We heads, so you bitches 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
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 bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo ass real quick
This real and I don't play games, ATL be my domain
Creep yo cast and 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 bitches betta

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

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

Yeah, bitch that shit that you talkin'
Go get yo clique and start
My crew too thick so get off me to fuck wit you I got
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 like I'm
Got a problem, I solve, so ho take it outside
Revolver in my pocket, I'm feelin' 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? It's G

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

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

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

Fuck nonsense, nigga 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 betta

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