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

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

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

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

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

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

Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, do you wanna 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, heat in the
niggaz might try and touch a made man
Crazy rap fans, my rap van
Wanna get a hug, shake a playa hand

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

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

Leave the of them, way in the back
rappers get smoked like a sack
Fat Boy did that, nobody help me
MJ to the G

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

I seen a, party crunker than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we 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
wish meant for anybody touchin' me
I'ma hit the with a attitude
Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the dude?

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

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

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

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

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

Hear defeat, I'm elite when I a sheet
a pen and compose what my life hold
Fuck what a nigga stole I'ma roll
deep, fifty feet from you weak hoes

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

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

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