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

Yeah, it's time to get crunked up in this
You what I'm talkin' about
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
Where ya at? ya at huh?

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

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

Heavy weighters, street creators
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game
Can't us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck what we bust

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 get buck?
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

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

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

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

Do you wanna get buck?
Then tell the truth, I give a fuck
Each day is a blessin', I'ma it up
Put ya best south fit in the
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the horn like

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

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

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

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

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

Do you really wanna hit the
some bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the of California
Getcha game tighter as a fist and the ice 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
and MJG, we the buckest
Dope shit nigga, us up in the Duchess

One of the hardest niggaz that you will meet
Two of the hardest niggaz to bust over
It's all real, never fantasy or
Incomplete emcees just compete

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

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

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