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

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

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

This for all them gangsta-ass nigga
Yeah for all them real, gangsta-ass yaknowhamsayin'?
My brothers gettin' money out here
Real underground lovin' muh'fuckers, get the buck
Yeah, yeah

MJ, G up in yo like some toilet paper
Get fresh wit' me I'ma spoil it later
You'll float backside up in a swamp of
Then you'se a snack-sized nigga, formerly a

Heavy weighters, street creators
blast for you pimp game perpetrators
Can't touch us, I know you be us
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit' we bust

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

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

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

Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the green
My whole team, keep it like a pinky ring
Hardcore like a in Cabrini Green
Plenty green get a nigga anything

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

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

Do you really wanna get
Then tell the truth, I don't give a
Each day is a blessin', live it up
Put ya best fit in the cleaner
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the horn like

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

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

Who's the one who ain't afraid to let the fly?
If you know you ain't gon' use it, why you pull it
Do you wanna kill me and do time?
And leave ya and ya girlfriend left behind?

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

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

Do you really wanna hit the
some bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats the beaches of California
Getcha game tighter as a and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker than us, performers

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

One of the hardest niggaz that you will ever
Two of the hardest niggaz to over beats
all real, never fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees just compete

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

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

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

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

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