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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excursion, escalade with the big
suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' pills like a nigga M&M's
deals 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, didn't help me
MJ to the G

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

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

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

Who's the one who ain't to let the bullets fly?
If you know you gon' use it, why you pull it why?
Do you really 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 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
some bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats the beaches of California
Getcha game as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto

Street roamers, keepin' the heat on us
Corner on a nice day, nigga just thought I'd ya
and MJG, we the buckest
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, fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete just can't compete

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

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

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

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