Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

What, What (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga boes' to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping with haters looking round
It's lay it down putting 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 done out, we gained the flip flop
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, 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' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to me
sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
>From a place called T-town deep in the south
Where dem' players throw boes and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk 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
T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a ain't crunk in this manner
I stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
gotta get it crunk and drop dem boes, drop dem boes

I can't afford bigger, how ya'
that you gone me from stacking six figures
Now you on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya'
Well it's true, that's the price check that hoe
I'm the ATL player, wear 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 tired of trick in yo' mix
Acting they want, to lick 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 every dope boys
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo'
You me, while ya' drop dem' boes'

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to
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 ain't
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 freaks is
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas love
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 on dropping
for my

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

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