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

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

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

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

MJ, G up in yo shit some toilet paper
Get fresh wit' me nigga I'ma spoil it
You'll float 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 perpetrators
touch us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers fuck wit' what we bust

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

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

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

Excursion, escalade the big rims
suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' pills like a nigga eatin'
Shoppin' deals at the wit the best 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 wanna get
Then tell the truth, I don't 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 than 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, went to heaven and born

Pimp tight, MJ G
Death wish meant for touchin' me
I'ma hit the dancefloor a attitude
Who's the now? Tell me who's the badder 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 kids and ya girlfriend left

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

Do you really hit the sauna
With some bitches and
Sailboats offa the beaches of
Getcha tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto

Street roamers, still the heat on us
Corner on a nice day, nigga just thought I'd ya
and MJG, we the buckest
Dope shit nigga, 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
emcees just can't compete

Hear defeat, I'm elite when I grab a
a pen and compose what my life hold
Fuck a nigga stole I'ma still roll
Fifty deep, fifty feet 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 wanna 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 really wanna get
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

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