Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
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
Nothin' on my mind but,
We ain't 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, dirty Birds, it's mean in this dirty
You ever it, and we'll clean out your dirty mouth.
Bulldawgs is clockin' these look out is hawkin'
You gotta be in the state of, Georgia

I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at 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 robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia Tech in the 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 playin' witcha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it gettin' on, won't be when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down in, Georgia
When you see them confederate flags, you know 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 playin' witcha

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

Georgia,
Georgia,