Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

What, What (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga bout to turn out the show
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with looking round
It's lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' and craters
While done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
a place called T-town deep down in the south
Where players throw dem' boes and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a ain't 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 afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from stacking six
Now you on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that ro'
So stop talking all shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get 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 telling ya' who, and who not to
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and
They go around sucking on every dope boys
Now is these hoes really yo' or yo' foes
You me, while ya' drop dem' boes'

Now if the packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
Ain't nothing but 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 ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, everybody just ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some
and a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so 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 these die, they with the shit talk
(repeat 7X)