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
Nothin' on my but, Georgia
We ain't playin'

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

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

I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia
Come anywhere on my and I'll aim at your Georgia 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 pumpkin and smash ya
We'll come through your hood worse than a disaster
Don't know who gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of, Georgia

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where ass so 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 tomahawk your top down here in, Georgia

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

We on the in, Georgia
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
the wet paint drip jelly on Pirelliz
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm in the trap
Country as hell, they warriors

Told some to spray something the shape as Florida,
for me boy, ya find me
Out of Dougherty County in a small city Albany, Georgia
Where they use to call us some

And now they jockin' the
Watch yo mouth unless you out for manner
Bunch of hustlers run on every corner like the Waffle 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 put tips in the tip cup
Of thick in a thong with a big butt

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on Peachtree
Make a take it off like freaknik, down here in, Georgia
you see them 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 ain't witcha

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

Georgia,
Georgia,