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, Eightball and MJG, for my niggaz
Layin' it down for all my 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 gettin' money out yaknowhamsayin'?
Real underground muh'fuckers, get the club buck
Yeah, yeah

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

Heavy weighters, poetry creators
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game
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 wanna 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

Roll through, one deep, in the waistband
Jealous-ass might 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 like a scene in Green
Plenty get a young nigga anything

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

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

Do you wanna get buck?
tell 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 seen a, party crunker the one I'm in
Bitch contest we done won again
We hit the scene all the women start in
I feel like I died, went to and born again

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

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

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 wanna get
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 game as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker us, ghetto performers

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

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

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

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

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

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