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 bomb diggy (diggy)
dang, the dons 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, Crack in the flesh (flesh)
I'm the of the best (best)
One word to me (what), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, you see that palmed .40 (.40?)
I'll pop it slow, you'll and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool 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 some dead (Ay!)
You a chick hard dick and bubblegum (Ay!)
I give a chick a hard brick and (Ay!)
Like here, take that, shake that, break (Ay!)
In half and please bring me cake

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

This is bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan,
While you them thangs
And ya go blast (silence)
Call me Richochet
Cause I and spray matics
And my straight savage (Goonies!)
Penelope pump let off six 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 know me some vato
In the heights to move on some (demelo)
Ok muchacho, they told me you got it tato (meda)
I know movin' someone know we usually pop you (te matan)
This nine double one, with a nine double m
If its crime lets have fun, lets fun, lets have fun
that o trizzy one, triple oh, whoa, whoa
If you get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
that uptop crunk
When the stop, dump
This the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)

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

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, the fuck
Ya'll reppin' five still
I'm that five mill
Neverland, thriller, Cam, Jackson five bill (so what!)
Lets style a bit, shit, five thou spent
Show you how to get powder shit
the fifth, jet out of it
My of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a (fifty thousand)
And I keep heat, cause in these (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 the white, I got Jungle Fever (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, to death
You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched..

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