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

Lynch]
Don't like to so I drank heavy
Dump out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly
I'm takin chunks from punks who want
Treat em 15's put em in the trunk
I split his splines makin sure all my shits
Than like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo corner everybody better duck
Runnin like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin
Pushin buttons, warn smokin them
... See I was just a baby I first got Sicc
Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls syphilis dicks
Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up a cold cut
em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuff
I ain't no jokester, prankster, real
Shit from that nigga brought you the Season of the Sicc
Admit that was my shit besides this
Don't get me wrong every is a hit
Guess who made
Funk away you suckers ain't payin right
You stayin tight, up in zip locks every night
And my mama never fed me
We was broke so - Oh he know me I no mutha fuckin chump
When it to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you ready

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

Comin you wann hear more buy my shit,