Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from the home of the neck
Black Eyed Peas, turnip and Greens
We the children on the corn than Bob Marley's pee pee
GA, the peach state, we stay
My small called Albany, Georgia

Pecan country like with grits
yams and chitlins, gram's homemade baked biscuits
The land of classical Caprices and Impala sports
Ingredients in the cobbler called, Georgia

I love the out in L.A.
And the shopping in New York
The in MIA
But they ain't nothin' that GA red clay

Look on your map, we above Florida, next to Bama
the Carolinas and Tennessee, you'll see, Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight
The birthplace of Martin King

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

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

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

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

some to spray something 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 call us bamas

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

Now you might come for vacation, leave on
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, be cheap when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, here in, Georgia
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 in, Georgia
All the time, it
on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin'

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

Georgia,
Georgia,