Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

What, What (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga boes' bout to out the show
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with looking round
It's time lay it down it all up on the line
no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from boes and craters
lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' I see
The mo' hating 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 throw dem' boes and gold teeth in mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker it reach 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 can't stand a buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it crunk and dem boes, drop dem boes

I can't afford bigger, how ya'
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 price check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' up, now what's up

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

Now if the club y'all from wall to wall
And everybody to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some off in there, but at least they ain't acting
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is
Put cha' in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, everybody just ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass
Tear da' off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my

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

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