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 fags and drag queens
And shitting on you like I ate some bake beans

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

What, What (in background)
Now drop dem

Nigga boes' bout to turn out the
Crankin' up yo' flo' screaming GA hoe
rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking potatoes
All these niggas they made us from dem' boes and craters
While lame dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
And next it's be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it like 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 deep down 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 that we bump bump and pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to all the way to Savannah 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 gotta get it crunk and drop dem boes, 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'
it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now up

Now are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
like 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 dick
Now is these really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem'

Now if the club packed y'all wall to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing 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 up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya'
I'm from the GA baby, where is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we trees daily
When the beat a drop, just lock ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the
with the 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' keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner you keep on dropping
for my

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

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