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

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

This for all them real nigga
Yeah for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches
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 me nigga I'ma spoil it later
You'll float up in a swamp of gators
Then you'se a snack-sized nigga, formerly a

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

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

through, one deep, heat 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 playa

Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the green
My whole team, keep it like a pinky ring
Hardcore like a scene in Green
Plenty green get a young anything

Excursion, with the big rims
suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' 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 like a
Fat Boy did that, nobody help me
MJ to the G

Do you wanna get buck?
Then tell the truth, I give a fuck
day is a blessin', I'ma live it up
Put ya best fit in the cleaner
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the like Leana

I never seen a, party crunker the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we won again
We hit the scene all the women swarmin' in
I like I died, went to heaven and born again

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

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

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

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

Do you wanna hit the sauna
With bitches and marijuana?
offa the beaches of California
Getcha tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all crunker than us, ghetto performers

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

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

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

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

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

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