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, kill a nigga you thinkin' harming me
Capo's (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)
Labeled and as a young 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, when you see palmed .40 (.40?)
I'll pop it slow, you'll and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't with the click (Ay!)
Don't with the Dips (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 summamabitches (Ay!)
You give a chick dick and bubblegum (Ay!)
I a chick a hard brick 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, cause we in the to fight
This is that get crunk move
Get stupid
like space, forty five on waist
You know what the like
You know how movin',
Move, cause we in the to fight
This is that get crunk bitch
Get drunk
High like space, forty on waist

This is that bang, bang,
To my hooligan,
While you movin' them
And ya toolies go (silence)
Call me Rabbit
Cause I click and spray
And my niggaz savage (Goonies!)
Penelope let off six whole rounds (boom!)
'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground
In the he known as a Capo
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, they told me you got it tato (meda)
I know movin' someone know we usually pop you (te matan)
This that nine one, with a nine double m
If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, have fun
This that o trizzy one, triple oh, whoa,
If you get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
This that uptop
When the truck stop,
This where the bucks chump (dump, dump, dump)

You know what the like
You know how me movin',
Move, cause we in the mood to
This is that get crunk move
Get drunk
like 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, pass to a
I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, the fuck
reppin' that five still
I'm reppin' that five
Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson five (so what!)
Lets a bit, Italian shit, five thou spent
you how to get that powder shit
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 keep heat, cause in these (what you hear?)
Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, (that's the cops)
And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble (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 the movements like
You know how we movin',
Move, cause we in the to fight
This is that get crunk move
Get drunk
High space, .45 on waist
You what the movements like
You know how movin',
Move, cause we in the to fight
This is that get crunk bitch
Get stupid
High space, .forty five on waist