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

Yeah, it's to get crunked up in this bitch
You know I'm talkin' about
Yeah, Eightball and MJG, for my real
Layin' it for all my real 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 them real, gangsta-ass yaknowhamsayin'?
My brothers gettin' money out here
Real underground muh'fuckers, get the club buck
Yeah, yeah

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

Heavy weighters, street creators
blast for you pimp game perpetrators
Can't us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't 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 wanna get
Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Roll through, one deep, heat in the
Jealous-ass 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 sticky
My whole team, keep it like a pinky ring
Hardcore like a scene in Green
Plenty green get a young nigga

Excursion, with the big rims
Denim suits, rag with 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 like Leana

I never seen a, party crunker the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we won again
We hit the all the women start swarmin' in
I feel like I died, to heaven 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 the badder dude?

the one who ain't afraid to let the bullets fly?
If you know you ain't use it, why you pull it why?
Do you really wanna kill me and do
And ya kids and ya girlfriend 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 really get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get
Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Do you really wanna hit the
With some and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the beaches of
Getcha game tighter as a 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
and MJG, we the buckest
Dope shit nigga, roll us up in the

One of the hardest niggaz that you will ever
Two of the hardest niggaz to over beats
It's all real, never fantasy or
Incomplete emcees just compete

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

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

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

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