Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

Country name, slang, fiends at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin', Shootin', 50 on the 10 to 4
Overcast the forecast shows clouds 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 these look out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be in the state of, Georgia

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

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

We on the grind in,
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

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

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

I love the out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New
The in MIA
But they nothin' like that GA red clay

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

Where ass so and hips are thick
Where Lac sit on 26's
Know where your going or your get
Found on these 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 mind but,
We ain't playin'

We on the in, Georgia
All the time, it
Nothin' on my mind but,
We ain't 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 when I'm choppin' in the trap
Country as hell, they some

Told 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 use to call us some bamas

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

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

When it gettin' on, won't be when it on like Peachtree
Make a take it off like freaknik, down here in, Georgia
When you see them confederate flags, you know it is
Your folks picked cotton here, that why we 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 mind but,
We ain't playin'

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

Georgia,
Georgia,