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

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

Yeah, uh
get it crunk up in this bitch
ya at?
Where ya at huh? Where ya at
Where ya at? ya at huh?

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

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

Heavy weighters, street creators
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game
Can't touch us, I you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit' what we

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

through, one deep, heat 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 in Cabrini Green
green get a young nigga anything

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

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

Do you really 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 horn Leana

I never 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 and born again

tight, MJ fuckin' G
Death meant for anybody touchin' me
I'ma hit the with a attitude
the killer now? Tell me who's the badder dude?

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

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

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

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

One of the hardest niggaz that you ever meet
Two of the hardest to bust over beats
It's all real, fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees can't compete

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

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

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

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

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