Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Muzik

Yeah! ay! dip-set! on
Black-out, do it
Dip, dip-set!
Dip, dip, dip,
Dip, dip, dip,
Dip, dip, dip, dip

Now this here is that bomb (diggy)
Diggy dang, the with me
Killa, he'll kill a nigga you harming me
Capo's corrupted (yop), wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)
Labeled and known as a Pac to the public
And me, Crack in the flesh (flesh)
I'm the of the best (best)
One to describe me (what), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, you see that palmed .40 (.40?)
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, Bon Jovi
So don't with the click (Ay!)
Don't fool with the (Ay!)
You will die, you lie in a pool full of shit (Ay!)
that gun with the clip in (what)
Start and rippin', (yop)
At ya'll head, ya'll dead summamabitches (Ay!)
You give a chick hard dick and (Ay!)
I give a chick a hard and bubble-yum (Ay!)
Like here, that, shake that, break that (Ay!)
In half and please bring me cake

You kow the movements like
You how movin', right
Move, we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk bitch
Get drunk
like space, forty five on waist
You know what the like
You know how movin',
Move, cause we in the mood to
is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk
High like space, forty on waist

This is that bang, bang,
To my hooligan,
While you them thangs
And ya toolies go (silence)
me Richochet Rabbit
Cause I and spray matics
And my niggaz straight (Goonies!)
Penelope let off six whole rounds (boom!)
'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!)
In the hood he known as a
To the goons and the its all tato (TATO!)
Ain't gotta me some vato
In the heights to on some pato (demelo)
Ok muchacho, told me that you got it tato (meda)
I know movin' someone know we usually pop you (te matan)
that nine double one, with a nine double m
If its lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun
This o trizzy one, triple oh, whoa, whoa
If you get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
that uptop crunk
When the truck stop,
where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)

You know the movemets like
You how me movin', right
Move, we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk bitch
Get stupid
High space, forty five on waist

rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)
This that jump, stop, breathe,
Gats in the
Platt, platt, to a duck
I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the
reppin' that five still
I'm that five mill
Neverland, thriller, Cam, Jackson five bill (so what!)
Lets style a bit, Italian shit, thou spent
Show you how to get that shit
the fifth, jet out of it
My proud of is yo' turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss, on my a glowworm (fifty thousand)
And I keep heat, cause in streets (what you hear?)
Just woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops)
And you rumble, never, me, hit a diva (a few of 'em)
And I stay with the white, I got Jungle (nose candy)
So Lucccaay (what)
her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)
I'm the one the rep the set
Left to left, death to
You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched..

You know what the movements
You know how we movin',
Move, cause we in the to fight
This is that get crunk bitch
Get drunk
High like space, .45 on
You know what the like
You know how movin',
Move, we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk move
Get stupid
like space, .forty five on waist