Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' this
We comin' straight for you, we talkin' 'bout gettin' crunk,
Fuck shit you talkin nigga
When I see yo ass nigga, this how 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 shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit you talkin'
that shit that you talkin'

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

Fuck that nonsense, nigga I'm
You got a wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin'
We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta

to the mothafuckin' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, and Killa behind me
Park in the wit Crunk and A.D
So I that nigga to come and try me
Dare that nigga to walk my
me cock it back and let go
Comin' up popular, he's a nigga
let his ass know, he ain't nuttin' but a ho

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

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 bitches betta

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

that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck shit that 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 test 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 take it
Revolver tucked in my pocket, I'm feelin' in my ride
heads is my specialty, one like me, you will never see
Ho you know I'm wit M.O.B, buck? It's whatever G

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

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

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

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 betta

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