Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

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

Nigga bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
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 gained the flip
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
And it's 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 thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in fo' you feel you can play 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 we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking Beaker
All the people out there as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to all the way to Savannah 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 get it crunk and drop dem boes, drop dem boes

I afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from six figures
Now you hating on me, my game so tight
And could you be mad because I ya' wife
Well it's true, the price nigga 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 cha' up, now what's up

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

Now if the club packed from wall to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least ain't acting
You got cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boes and dem' hoes
And to rock, from the front 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 niggas some
and a swishe 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

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