Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' this
We comin' straight for you, we talkin' 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 from here on out
So we gotta tell ya'll niggas, to wake the up
Cy co Black, let 'em

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

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

Crunk to the I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and behind me
in the street wit Crunk and A.D
So I dare that nigga to and try me
Dare that nigga to walk my
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 wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo ass real quick
This real shit and I don't play games, ATL be my
Creep yo cast and yo ass, so fuck that shit you talkin' mayne

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

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

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

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 test me, ho 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
tucked 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 It's whatever G

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

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

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

What's up
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