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)
Diggy dang, the dons me
Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' harming me
Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to wit (yop)
Labeled and known as a Pac to the public
And me, Crack in the flesh (flesh)
I'm the last of the (best)
One word to me (what), spectacular, YES!
So calm shorty, when 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 with the Dips (Ay!)
You will die, you will lie in a pool of shit (Ay!)
When that gun the clip in (what)
dumpin' and rippin', (yop)
At ya'll head, some dead summamabitches (Ay!)
You give a chick dick and bubblegum (Ay!)
I give a a hard brick and bubble-yum (Ay!)
Like here, take that, shake that, that (Ay!)
In and please bring me cake back

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

is that bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan,
While you movin' them
And ya go blast (silence)
Call me Richochet
Cause I and spray matics
And my niggaz savage (Goonies!)
Penelope pump let off six whole (boom!)
(boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground
In the hood he as a Capo
To the and the heights its all tato (TATO!)
Ain't know me some vato
In the heights to move on some (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, a nine double m
If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, have fun
This that o trizzy one, oh, whoa, whoa
If you get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
This that crunk
When the stop, dump
This the bucks stop 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 crunk bitch
Get stupid
High like space, forty five on

That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I do (what's this?)
This jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who
in the truck
Platt, platt, to a duck
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 bill (so what!)
Lets style a bit, 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
Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a (fifty thousand)
And I keep heat, in these 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 tell (what)
That her boobi's, loco, monster, who he (who am I?)
I'm the one the rep the set
to left, death to death
You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched..

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