Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

What, What (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga boes' bout to out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking
It's time lay it putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, doug's potatoes
All these what they made 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 it's be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
a place called T-town deep down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boes and gold teeth in they
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the funk 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 guess it Lil'
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in 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 bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me 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 that ro'
So stop talking all 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 on yo' shit
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 these really yo' friend or yo' foes
You me, while ya' drop dem' boes'

Now if the club packed from wall to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and
Some haters off in there, but at least they acting
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya'
I'm from the GA baby, where is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, just lock ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
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, you niggas some love
and fill a up with 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 to follow me, follow me

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