Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

Chorus: 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 doug's
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boes and
While done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground we dwell, the hell with hip hop
just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big baby trick thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
>From a place called T-town deep in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boes and gold teeth in they
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the funk 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 it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to
I be damn a club ain't crunk in manner
I can't stand a weak
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 stop me from 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 popping off at the mouth, we get fucked up, now what's up

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

Now if the club packed y'all from to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they acting
You got cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya'
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 ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a
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 motherfuckers die, they with the talk
(repeat 7X)