Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those
We straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it

Chorus: What, (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga boes' bout to out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
Flipping and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's
All niggas what they made us from dem' boes and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside reckless, from 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' hating try me
Big baby crazy thinking he bout' to fade 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 boes and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like
All the people out there as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this
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 can't afford bigger, how ya'
that you stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, my game so tight
And you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and to buck
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
Acting like want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't and shit
They go around on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo'
You tell me, while ya' dem' boes'

Now if the club packed y'all from to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and
Some haters off in there, but at least they acting
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is
Put cha' in the air represent where 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 shake hoes
And proceed to rock, from the to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the 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' freaks a
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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