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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excursion, escalade the big rims
Denim suits, soulja rag my gold Timbs
pills 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 a sack
Fat Boy did that, nobody 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 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
I'ma hit the dancefloor a attitude
the killer 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 gon' use it, why you pull it
Do you really wanna me and do time?
And ya kids and ya girlfriend left behind?

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 wanna get
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Do you wanna hit the sauna
some bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the of California
Getcha tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't than us, ghetto performers

Street roamers, still the heat on us
Corner on a nice day, nigga 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 bust over
all real, never fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees just can't

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

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
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 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

Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get
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