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 diggy (diggy)
Diggy dang, the with me
Killa, he'll kill a you thinkin' harming me
Capo's corrupted (yop), wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)
and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human in the flesh (flesh)
I'm the last of the (best)
One to describe me (what), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, when you see palmed .40 (.40?)
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon
So don't with the click (Ay!)
Don't fool the Dips (Ay!)
You die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (Ay!)
When that gun with the in (what)
dumpin' and rippin', (yop)
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead (Ay!)
You a chick hard dick and bubblegum (Ay!)
I give a chick a brick and bubble-yum (Ay!)
Like here, take that, shake that, that (Ay!)
In half and please bring me back

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

This is that bang, bang,
To my hooligan,
While you them thangs
And ya toolies go (silence)
me Richochet Rabbit
Cause I click and spray
And my niggaz savage (Goonies!)
pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)
'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!)
In the hood he as a Capo
To the and the heights its all tato (TATO!)
gotta know me some vato
In the heights to on some pato (demelo)
Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it (meda)
I movin' someone know we usually gone pop you (te matan)
This that nine double one, with a double m
If its crime have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun
This that o trizzy one, oh, whoa, whoa
If you get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
This that uptop
When the stop, dump
This where the bucks chump (dump, dump, dump)

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

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

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