Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

Drunken style ... drunk 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
Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin and deadly
I'm takin chunks from who want funk
Treat em like 15's put em in the
I split his makin sure all my shits clean
Than seem like a wolverine a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo block corner everybody better
Runnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it nuttin
buttons, warn smokin them 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 up like a cold cut
Heat em up, flops get up like that coke stuff
I no jokester, prankster, real gangster
Shit from that nigga brought you the Season of the Sicc
Admit was my tightest shit besides this
Don't get me wrong song is a hit
Guess who this?
Funk baid away you suckers ain't right
You stayin tight, up in zip locks every night
And my never fed me right
We was broke so - Oh he me I ain't no mutha fuckin chump
it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any you ready

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

Comin soon you hear more buy my shit,