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

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

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

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

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

weighters, street poetry creators
Double-barrel for you pimp game perpetrators
Can't touch us, I you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't wit' what we bust

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

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

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

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

Leave the of them, way in the back
Weak-ass rappers get smoked 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 a, party crunker than the one I'm in
Bitch contest we done won again
We hit the scene all the women swarmin' in
I like I died, went to heaven and born again

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

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

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

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

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

roamers, still keepin' the heat on us
Corner on a nice day, 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 meet
Two of the niggaz to bust over beats
It's all real, fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete just can't compete

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

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

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

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

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

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