Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Really? (f/ MJG)

Yeah, time to get crunked up in this bitch
You know what I'm about
Yeah, Eightball and MJG, for my real
Layin' it down for all my niggaz

Yeah, uh
Let's get it crunk up in this
ya at?
Where ya at Where ya at huh?
Where ya at? ya at huh?

This for all them real nigga
Yeah for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches
My brothers gettin' money out here
Real underground lovin' muh'fuckers, get the club
Yaknahmtalkin''bout? Yeah,

MJ, G up in yo shit like some paper
Get wit' me nigga I'ma spoil it later
You'll float backside up in a of gators
Then a snack-sized nigga, formerly a hater

Heavy weighters, street creators
Double-barrel blast for you pimp perpetrators
Can't us, I know you wanna be us
rappers can't fuck wit' what we bust

Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, do you really get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

through, one deep, heat in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggaz might try and touch a man
rap fans, followin' my rap van
Wanna get a hug, wanna a playa hand

somethin', I'm a fiend for the sticky green
My whole team, keep it clean a pinky ring
Hardcore like a scene in Cabrini
green get a young nigga anything

Excursion, escalade the big rims
suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' pills like a eatin' M&M's
Shoppin' deals at the wit the best of them

Leave the rest of them, way in the
rappers get smoked like a sack
Fat Boy did that, didn't help me
MJ to the G

Do you wanna get buck?
Then tell the truth, I don't a fuck
Each day is a blessin', live it up
Put ya best south fit in the
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the like Leana

I never seen a, party than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we done won
We hit the scene all the women start in
I feel like I died, went to and born again

Pimp tight, MJ G
Death meant for anybody touchin' me
I'ma hit the dancefloor with a
Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the badder

the one who ain't afraid to let the bullets fly?
If you know you ain't use it, why you pull it why?
Do you really wanna me and do time?
And leave ya kids and ya left behind?

Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, do you really get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Do you wanna hit the sauna
With bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the of California
Getcha tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
ain't crunker than us, ghetto performers

Street roamers, still keepin' the on us
Corner on a nice day, just thought I'd warn ya
Eightball and MJG, we the
Dope shit nigga, us up in the Duchess

One of the hardest niggaz you will ever meet
Two of the hardest niggaz to over beats
It's all real, never fantasy or
Incomplete just can't compete

Hear defeat, I'm when I grab a sheet
Grab a pen and compose my life hold
Fuck what a nigga stole still roll
Fifty deep, fifty feet from you weak

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get
Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, do you really wanna get
Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my