Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

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

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

Bulldawgs is clockin', these out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be in the state of Georgia
I got 5 homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile
And tell somebody you need help in the of Georgia

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

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

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

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

GA, the peach state, where we
My small city's Albany Georgia
Pecan country catfish with grits
Candy and chitlins
Gram's homemade biscuits

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

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

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

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
the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz
And the on the Chevy when I'm choppin in the trap

Country as hell, some warriors
Told to spray something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of County
In a small city 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
the Waffle house in Atlanta

R.I.P out in Savannah Georgia
Now you might for vacation
Leave on probation, home of the club
Known for the thick
Where the chicks put in the tip cup
Of chick in a thong with a big butt

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 them flags, you know what it is
Your folks picked cotton here, that why we call it 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 but Georgia
We ain't playin'

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

Georgia,
Georgia,