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)
dang, the dons with me
Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' harming me
corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)
Labeled and known as a Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the (flesh)
I'm the last of the (best)
One word to me (what), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, you see that palmed .40 (.40?)
pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't with the click (Ay!)
Don't fool with the (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 give a hard dick and bubblegum (Ay!)
I give a chick a hard and bubble-yum (Ay!)
Like here, take that, shake that, that (Ay!)
In half and please me cake back

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

This is bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan,
While you movin' them
And ya toolies go (silence)
Call me Rabbit
Cause I and spray matics
And my straight savage (Goonies!)
Penelope let off six whole rounds (boom!)
(boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground
In the hood he known as a
To the goons and the its all tato (TATO!)
Ain't gotta know me some
In the to move on some pato (demelo)
Ok muchacho, told me that you got it tato (meda)
I know someone know we usually gone pop you (te matan)
This that nine double one, with a nine m
If its crime 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)
This uptop crunk
When the stop, dump
This where the bucks chump (dump, dump, dump)

You know what the movemets
You know how me movin',
Move, cause we in the mood to
This is that get move bitch
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, what the
Ya'll reppin' five still
I'm reppin' five mill
Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson bill (so what!)
Lets style a bit, Italian shit, five spent
you how to get that powder shit
the fifth, jet out of it
My proud of is yo' turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a (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 with 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 mood to
This is that get crunk move
Get drunk
like space, .45 on waist
You know what the movements
You know how movin',
Move, we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk bitch
Get stupid
High like space, .forty on waist