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

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

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

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

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

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

Roll through, one deep, in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggaz try and touch a made man
rap fans, followin' 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 ring
Hardcore like a scene in Green
Plenty green get a nigga anything

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

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

Do you really get buck?
Then tell the truth, I don't give a
Each day is a blessin', I'ma 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' we done won again
We hit the scene all the women start 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 with a
Who's the killer now? me who's the badder dude?

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

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

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

Street roamers, still the heat 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 that you will ever meet
Two of the hardest niggaz to over beats
all real, never fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees just compete

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

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

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