Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

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

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

I got 5 Georgia homes where I my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia
If you get in an altercation just hop on your phone
And tell somebody you help in the middle of, Georgia

We ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin and smash ya
come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia Tech in the of, Georgia

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

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

I'm from the of the neck bones
Black Eyed Peas, turnip and Greens
We the on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee
GA, the state, where we stay
My city's called Albany, Georgia

Pecan like catfish with grits
Candy yams and chitlins, homemade baked biscuits
The of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach called, Georgia

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

Look on map, we right above Florida, next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennessee, you'll see,
Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The of Martin Luther King

ass so plump and hips are thick
Where Lac sit on 26's
where your going or your get lost
Found on these plum in the south
These choppas will your top down here in, Georgia

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

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

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

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

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

Now you might 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 with a big butt

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

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

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

Georgia,
Georgia,