Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

Chorus: What, (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga boes' to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines haters looking round
It's lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's
All these niggas what they made us dem' boes and craters
While lame dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a or lexus
But it seem 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 consequences fo' you feel you can me
>From a place called T-town deep down in the
Where dem' players throw dem' and gold teeth in they mouth
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 guess it Peter
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in manner
I can't a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
gotta get it crunk and drop dem boes, drop dem boes

I afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so
And you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear reckland ro'
So talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now up

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

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to
And everybody to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some off in there, but at least they ain't acting
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is
Put hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the to the back
the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you some love
and fill a up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, freaks a jockin'
the is rockin', so partner want you keep 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 shit
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