Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

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

[Brother
like to thank so I drank heavy
Dump slugs out the Chevy, armed and deadly
I'm takin chunks punks who want funk
em like 15's put em in the trunk
I his splines makin sure all my shits clean
seem like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo block everybody better duck
Runnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't
Pushin buttons, warn smokin bustas
... See I was just a baby I first got Sicc
Hit the lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with syphilis dicks
Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cut
Heat em up, flops get rocked up like coke stuff
I ain't no jokester, prankster, real
Shit that nigga that brought you the Season of the Sicc
that was my tightest shit besides this
Don't get me every song is a hit
Guess who this?
Funk baid away you suckers ain't payin
You tight, coolin up in zip locks every night
And my mama never fed me
We was so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha fuckin chump
When it to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any you ready

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

Comin soon you wann hear buy my shit,