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

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

Yeah, uh
get it crunk up in this bitch
ya at?
Where ya at Where ya at huh?
Where ya at? Where ya at

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leave the rest of them, way in the
Weak-ass rappers get like a sack
Fat Boy did that, nobody help me
MJ to the G

Do you really get buck?
Then the truth, I don't 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 Leana

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

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

Who's the one who ain't 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 leave ya kids and ya girlfriend left

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

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

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

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

One of the hardest 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 grab a
Grab a pen and compose my life hold
Fuck what a nigga stole I'ma still
Fifty deep, fifty from you weak hoes

Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, do you really wanna get
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

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

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