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, and MJG, for my real niggaz
Layin' it down for all my real

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

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

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

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

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

Roll through, one deep, heat in the
Jealous-ass niggaz might try and touch a man
Crazy rap fans, my rap van
Wanna get a hug, wanna shake a playa

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

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

Leave the rest of them, way in the
Weak-ass rappers get like a sack
Fat Boy did that, didn't help me
MJ to the G

Do you really get buck?
Then the truth, I don't give a fuck
Each day is a blessin', live it up
Put ya best fit in the cleaner
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the horn Leana

I seen a, party crunker than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we done won
We hit the scene all the start swarmin' in
I feel like I died, went to heaven and again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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