Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

Once again up in south from my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking
Stepping on these tracks like and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always making hits
We straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, it crunk

Chorus: What, (in background)
Now drop dem

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

I afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you stop me from stacking six figures
Now you on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya'
it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, that 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 ladies are you of trick bitches in yo' mix
like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't and shit
go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop boes'

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

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

Bridge: (until fade)
That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit
(repeat 7X)