Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

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

Country name, country
at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin', crap
50 on the 10 to 4, overcast the
Shows from plenty dro
And we for war in the state of Georgia

words, dirty birds
It's mean in this south
You disrespect it
And we'll clean out your mouth

is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin'
You be brave in the state 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 hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you help in the middle of Georgia

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

I'm from the home of the neck
Black eyed peas, turnip and greens
We the on the corn
Dirtier Bob Marley's pee pee

GA, the state, where we stay
My small city's called Georgia
Pecan country like catfish with
Candy and chitlins
Gram's baked biscuits

The land of classical Caprices and super sports
Ingredients in the cobbler called Georgia
I love the out in L.A.
And the stores 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 Tennesse, you'll see
Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Luther King

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

We on the in Georgia
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 mind but
We ain't playin'

Now I was born in the belly of the of the map
Where the wet drip jelly on pirelliz
And the on the Chevy when I'm choppin in the trap

as hell, they some warriors
Told some to something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of Dougherty
In a small city called Albany

they use to call us some bamas
And now they the grammar
yo mouth unless you out for some manner
Bunch of run on every corner
Like the Waffle house in

R.I.P Camoflauge out in Savannah
Now you come for vacation
Leave on probation, of the strip club
for the thick girls
Where the chicks put in the tip cup
Of thick chick in a thong a big butt

it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off freaknik, down here in Georgia
you see them confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks picked cotton here, that why we it 'the field'
I got a on 26's, I'm from GA, GA, Georgia

We on the grind in
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 but Georgia
We ain't witcha

Georgia,
Georgia,