Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

We on the grind in,
All the time, it
Nothin' on my mind but,
We ain't playin'

We on the grind in,
All the time, it
on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin'

name, country slang, fiends at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin', Shootin', 50 on the 10 to 4
Overcast the forecast clouds from plenty dro
And we ready for war in the of, Georgia

Dirty words, dirty Birds, it's in this dirty south
You ever disrespect it, and we'll out your dirty mouth.
Bulldawgs is clockin' these look out is hawkin'
You be brave in the state of, Georgia

I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia
Come anywhere on my land and aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an just hop on your mobile phone
And somebody you need help in the middle of, Georgia

We some ATL thrashers, scope your and smash ya
We'll come your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who robbers gonna hit
why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of, Georgia

We on the grind in,
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but, Georgia
We ain't playin'

We on the grind in,
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but, Georgia
We ain't witcha

I'm the home of the neck bones
Black Eyed Peas, turnip and Collard
We the children on the dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee
GA, the peach state, where we
My small city's called Albany,

country like catfish with grits
Candy yams and chitlins, gram's baked biscuits
The land of classical Caprices and super sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called,

I the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New
The in MIA
But they ain't nothin' like GA red clay

Look on your map, we right above Florida, next to
Under the Carolinas and Tennessee, see, Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight
The of Martin Luther King

Where ass so plump and are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on
Know your going or your get lost
Found on plum trees in the south
These choppas will your top down here in, Georgia

We on the in, Georgia
All the time, it
on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't witcha

We on the in, Georgia
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but, Georgia
We playin' witcha

Now I was in the belly of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip jelly on
And the chrome on the Chevy I'm choppin' in the trap
Country as hell, they warriors

Told some to spray the same shape as Florida,
Lookin' for me boy, ya me
Out of Dougherty in a small city called Albany, Georgia
Where they use to us some bamas

And now they jockin' the
yo mouth unless you out for some manner
Bunch of hustlers run on corner like the Waffle house in Atlanta
R.I.P out in Savannah, Georgia

Now you come for vacation, leave on probation
of the strip club, known for the thick girls
Where the put tips in the tip cup
Of thick chick in a thong a big butt

When it gettin' on, won't be when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off freaknik, down here in, Georgia
When you see confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks cotton here, that why we call it, "The Field"
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm GA, GA, Georgia

We on the in, Georgia
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but, Georgia
We playin' witcha

We on the in, Georgia
All the time, it
Nothin' on my mind but,
We ain't playin'

Georgia,
Georgia,