Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

Chorus: What, (in background)
Now dem boes'

Nigga boes' to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the
Ain't no love for haters, smoking potatoes
All these niggas what they us from dem' boes and craters
While done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
>From a place 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 crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like
All the people out there as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't 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 afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, my game so tight
And could you be mad because I ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, that reckland ro'
So stop talking all shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get fucked up, now what's up

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

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to
And everybody to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and
Some haters off in there, but at least ain't acting
You got cha' cup up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, 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 dem'
And proceed to rock, from the to the back
with the and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and
Now haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my

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

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