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

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

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

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

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

Heavy weighters, street poetry
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game
Can't touch us, I you wanna be us
Fake-ass can't fuck 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 wanna get
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

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

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

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

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

Do you really get buck?
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 like Leana

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

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

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

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

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

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

One of the hardest niggaz you will ever meet
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 I grab a sheet
Grab a pen and compose what my life
Fuck 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 wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

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