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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roll through, one deep, heat in the
Jealous-ass niggaz might try and touch a man
Crazy rap fans, 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 a scene in Cabrini Green
Plenty green get a young nigga

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

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

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

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

Pimp tight, MJ G
wish meant for anybody touchin' me
I'ma hit the with a attitude
Who's the killer now? 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 me and do time?
And leave ya kids and ya left behind?

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

Do you wanna hit the sauna
With some and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the of California
Getcha tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all crunker than us, ghetto performers

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

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

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

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

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