Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

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

Lynch]
Don't like to so I drank heavy
Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and
I'm takin chunks from who want funk
Treat em like put em in the trunk
I split his splines sure all my shits clean
Than like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo block corner everybody duck
Runnin tires the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin
Pushin buttons, warn smokin them
... See I was just a baby when I first got
Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm to feel they walls with syphilis dicks
get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cold cut
Heat em up, flops get rocked up like that coke
I no jokester, prankster, real gangster
Shit from that nigga that brought you the of the Sicc
Admit that was my shit besides this
Don't get me wrong every is a hit
Guess who this?
Funk baid away you ain't payin right
You stayin tight, up in zip locks every night
And my never fed me right
We was broke so - Oh he know me I no mutha fuckin chump
When it come to up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo sweaty any place, any time you ready

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

Comin soon you wann more buy my shit,