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
on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't witcha

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

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

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

We some ATL thrashers, scope pumpkin and smash ya
We'll come through 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 grind in,
All the time, it
Nothin' on my mind but,
We ain't witcha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree
Make a take it off like freaknik, down here in, Georgia
When you see confederate flags, you know what 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 grind in,
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but, Georgia
We playin' witcha

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

Georgia,
Georgia,