Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

Drunken style ... drunk style
Give me yo clothes, me your gold
Give me all the money you owe now

Lynch]
Don't like to so I drank heavy
Dump out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly
I'm takin chunks punks who want funk
Treat em 15's put em in the trunk
I split his splines makin all my shits clean
Than like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo block corner better duck
Runnin tires like the Daytona you up it ain't nuttin
buttons, warn smokin them bustas
... See I was just a when I first got Sicc
Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm to feel they walls with syphilis dicks
Just get my kicks, get chopped up like a cold cut
Heat em up, flops get up like that coke stuff
I ain't no jokester, prankster, real
Shit that nigga that brought you the Season of the Sicc
Admit was my tightest shit besides this
Don't get me wrong song is a hit
Guess who made
Funk baid away you ain't payin right
You stayin tight, coolin up in zip every night
And my mama fed me right
We was broke so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha fuckin
When it to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you

style nigga
So give me you clothes, me yo gold
Give me all the you owe right now [x4]

Comin soon you wann hear buy my shit,