Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

What, What (in background)
Now dem boes'

Nigga boes' bout to 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, smoking potatoes
All these niggas what they us from dem' boes and craters
While lame done dipped out, we the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside just reckless, 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 trick crazy he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you you can play me
>From a place called T-town deep in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boes and gold teeth in they
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 there hype as hell, I it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all get it crunk and drop dem boes, drop dem boes

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

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

Now if the club packed y'all wall to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but in the air, we geeing and macking
Some off in there, but at least they ain't acting
You got cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air where 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 lock ya' boes and shake hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the
with the blunts and gats, on the for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some
and fill a up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you on dropping
for my

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

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