Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

Chorus: What, (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga boes' bout to turn out the
Crankin' up yo' dance screaming GA hoe
Flipping and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking potatoes
All these what they made us from dem' boes and craters
While lame dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground we dwell, the hell with hip hop
just reckless, from GA to Texas
And it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to me
Better sit and wait in fo' you feel you can play me
>From a place called deep down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boes and gold teeth in they
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the that we bump bump and pump pump
yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to to Alabama
I be damn a club crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
gotta get it crunk and drop dem boes, drop dem boes

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

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

Now if the packed 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 cha' cup filled up, ya' 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 lock ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, the front to the back
the blunts 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' haters keep watching, dem' a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you on dropping
for my

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

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