Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

Once again up in that south from my motherfucking
and creeping up on niggas like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on tracks like fags and drag queens
And on you busters like I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always those hits
We never straight jam with no our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it

Chorus: What, (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping with haters looking round
time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, doug's potatoes
All these niggas they made us from dem' boes and craters
While lame done dipped out, we the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the with hip hop
just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
a place called T-town deep down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boes and gold teeth in mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be a club ain't crunk in this manner
I stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
gotta get it crunk and drop dem boes, drop dem boes

I can't bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my so tight
And you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear reckland ro'
So talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get fucked up, now what's up

Now are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, that you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys
Now is these hoes yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem'

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to
And everybody to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least ain't acting
You got cha' cup up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' in the air represent where ya' from
I'm the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the to the back
the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on
for my

Now right now I want all my hard niggas to me, follow me

what (until fade)
That's how these die, they with the shit talk
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