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

Country name, 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, Birds, it's mean in this dirty south
You ever it, and we'll clean out your dirty mouth.
Bulldawgs is clockin' these out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the of, Georgia

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

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

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

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

I'm from the home of the neck
Eyed Peas, turnip and Collard Greens
We the children on the dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee
GA, the state, where we stay
My small city's Albany, Georgia

Pecan like catfish with grits
Candy yams and chitlins, 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 in New York
The in MIA
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in,
When you see confederate flags, you know what it is
Your picked cotton here, that why we call it, "The Field"
I got a on 26's, I'm from 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 but, Georgia
We ain't witcha

Georgia,
Georgia,