Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

What, What (in background)
Now dem boes'

boes' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' flo' screaming GA hoe
rhymes 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, doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip
Underground where we dwell, the with hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
And it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
>From a place called T-town deep down in the
Where dem' throw dem' boes and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking Beaker
All the out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to to Alabama
I be a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boes, drop dem

I afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya'
Well true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear reckland ro'
So stop all that 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 like they want, to lick on yo'
Critizing, everything you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't and shit
They go around sucking on every dope dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo'
You tell me, while ya' drop boes'

Now if the packed y'all from wall 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 ain't
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' is crunk
Put cha' in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, just lock ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the
the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some 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 partner want you keep on
for my

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

Bridge: (until fade)
That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the talk
(repeat 7X)