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

Yeah, it's time to get up in this bitch
You what I'm talkin' 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? Where ya at
Where ya at? Where ya at

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

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

weighters, street poetry creators
Double-barrel blast for you game perpetrators
Can't touch us, I you wanna be us
rappers can't fuck wit' what we bust

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

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

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

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

Leave the rest of them, way in the
Weak-ass rappers get like a sack
Fat Boy did that, nobody help me
MJ to the G

Do you really wanna get
Then the truth, I don't give a fuck
day is a blessin', I'ma live it up
Put ya south fit in the cleaner
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the horn like

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

Pimp tight, MJ G
Death meant for anybody touchin' me
hit the dancefloor with a attitude
Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the dude?

Who's the one who ain't afraid to let the bullets
If you know you gon' 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 get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you really wanna get
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 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
Corner on a nice day, just thought I'd warn ya
Eightball and MJG, we the
Dope nigga, roll us up in the Duchess

One of the hardest that you will ever meet
Two of the niggaz to bust over beats
It's all real, never fantasy or
Incomplete emcees just can't

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

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

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

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