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

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

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

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

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

weighters, street poetry creators
Double-barrel for you pimp game perpetrators
Can't us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit' 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 wanna get
Hey, do you really wanna get
Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Roll through, one deep, in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggaz try and touch a made 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, it clean like a pinky ring
Hardcore a scene in Cabrini Green
green get a young nigga anything

Excursion, with the big rims
Denim suits, rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' pills like a nigga eatin'
Shoppin' deals at the table wit the best of

Leave the of them, way in the back
Weak-ass rappers get smoked a sack
Fat Boy did that, didn't nobody me
MJ to the G

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

I seen a, party crunker than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we done won
We hit the scene all the start swarmin' in
I like I died, went to heaven and born again

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

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

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 really get crunk?
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
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
game 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 day, nigga just thought I'd warn ya
and MJG, we the buckest
Dope shit nigga, us up in the Duchess

One of the hardest niggaz that you will ever
Two of the niggaz to bust over beats
It's all real, fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees can't compete

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

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get
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 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 really get buck?
Whoa, do you really 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