Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

Drunken nigga ... drunk style
Give me yo clothes, give me gold
Give me all the you owe right now

[Brother
Don't like to thank so I drank
Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and
I'm takin from punks who want funk
Treat em 15's put em in the trunk
I split his splines makin sure all my clean
Than seem like a with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo block corner everybody better
Runnin like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin
Pushin buttons, smokin them bustas
... See I was just a baby I first got Sicc
Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with dicks
Just get my kicks, tricks get up like a cold cut
Heat em up, get rocked up like that coke stuff
I no jokester, prankster, real gangster
Shit from that that brought you the Season of the Sicc
Admit that was my tightest besides this
Don't get me wrong every 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 never fed me
We was so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha fuckin chump
When it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt any place, any time you ready

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

Comin soon you wann hear buy my shit,