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

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

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

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

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

Heavy weighters, street poetry
Double-barrel for you pimp game perpetrators
Can't touch us, I you wanna be us
rappers can't fuck wit' what 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 really wanna get
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

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

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

Excursion, with the big rims
Denim suits, soulja rag with my Timbs
Poppin' pills a nigga eatin' M&M's
deals at the table wit the best of them

Leave the of them, way in the back
rappers get smoked like a sack
Fat Boy did that, nobody help me
MJ to the G

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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