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

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

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

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

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

Heavy weighters, street poetry
Double-barrel for you pimp game perpetrators
Can't us, I know you wanna be us
rappers can't fuck wit' what we bust

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

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

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

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

Leave the of them, way in the back
Weak-ass get smoked like 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 south fit in the cleaner
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the horn Leana

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

Pimp tight, MJ G
Death wish meant for touchin' me
I'ma hit the with a attitude
Who's the killer 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 use it, why you pull it why?
Do you really kill me and do time?
And leave ya kids and ya left behind?

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

Do you really wanna hit the
With 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 than us, ghetto

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

One of the hardest niggaz that you ever meet
Two of the hardest niggaz to over beats
It's all real, never or incomplete
Incomplete emcees can't compete

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

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

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

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