Luyện nghe bài hát Down Heya

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride the hood
In the Delta 88' with that Georgia license plate niggas, don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay for mine tryin' to get mine in daily

Holla' at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on that
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed with the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, have a nigga, out
Make him fast

Bout' 175 will quit to that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already chose
stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the I spit

I put ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get my slick part now, then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a
Not a question being as you dash, with no way out

Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' 50 men
In sets of 10, no gin, we steppin' in its the Attic Crew
No flaw within, we them wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We after you, so what you do is to three then click your shoes
Then out the door, to your hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause J-Bo is who I be, won't with you
Don't fuck with me, so you see through the enemies

Where be all you can fuckin' be, stay sucker
But first get some nuts before you fuck around and the dust
Now nigga what, so you got now if you ride out on them cruts, Hook

And thats how we it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

A day late and a dolla' on the cat walk, windin'
Tryin' to get meat, 22 tryin' to see 23, Shawty, three U T's
What it gonna be, what it is over years I been scratchin'
And still ain't came up with nothin'

Let everybody get they time to shine waitin' on mine
In the meantime tryin' to a loophole
God where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't

time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and ride out, got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
bit fake chasers, I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', slackin' get me

Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, show no flow
As as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta it to the heart
Fuckin' around, gonna get you up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

Always underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this get too late
up, wait, my homeboys straight
Don't make me go upside head
Drag ass across the club, heard what I fuckin' said

We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the
Caprice and Fleetwood ride good Vouges the beat
You might not a damn thang that I speak
I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to

And when thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that club and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't the fuck you gonna do When they hit you, stick you for your bank

the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the
I got the Fleetwood, most likely to complain

See can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in blue flame
Whats going on holmes, can you please tell me man

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

And how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
Then hit the and take it back to the lab