Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never jam with no busters our no tricks
in trouble from 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 looking round
It's time lay it down it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from boes and craters
While lame dipped out, we gained the flip flop
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
And next it's gone be me flexing in a or lexus
But it like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he to fade me
Better sit and wait in fo' you feel you can play me
>From a called T-town deep down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boes and gold teeth in mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we 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 Savannah to
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 drop dem boes, drop dem

I can't bigger, how ya' figga'
that you stop me from 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 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
like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to
hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo'
You tell me, while ya' drop dem'

Now if the club y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they acting
You got cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boes and dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for 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 hard niggas to me, follow me

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