Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

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

Lynch]
Don't like to thank so I drank
slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly
I'm takin chunks from who want funk
Treat em like put em in the trunk
I split his splines makin sure all my clean
Than like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the hit yo block corner everybody better duck
tires like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin
Pushin buttons, smokin them bustas
... See I was just a baby when I got Sicc
Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with syphilis
Just get my kicks, get chopped up like a cold cut
Heat em up, get rocked up like that coke stuff
I no jokester, prankster, real gangster
Shit that nigga that brought you the Season of the Sicc
Admit that was my tightest besides this
Don't get me every song is a hit
Guess who this?
Funk baid away you suckers payin right
You tight, coolin up in zip locks every night
And my mama never fed me
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 any place, any time you ready

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

Comin soon you wann hear buy my shit,