Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

We on the grind in
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
Fiends at the liquor
Lac Cruisin', shootin'
50 on the 10 to 4, the forecast
clouds from plenty dro
And we ready for war in the of Georgia

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

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

We some ATL thrashers, scope your and smash ya
We'll come through your hood worse a tsunami disaster
Don't know who gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why I 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 playin'

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

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

GA, the state, where we stay
My small city's called Albany
Pecan country like catfish grits
yams and chitlins
Gram's homemade baked

The of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
in the peach cobbler called Georgia
I the women 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 above Florida, next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, see Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Train
The birthplace of Luther King

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

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

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

Now I was in the belly of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip on pirelliz
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin in the

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

Where they use to call us bamas
And now jockin' the grammar
Watch yo mouth unless you out for some
Bunch of run on every corner
Like the Waffle in Atlanta

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

When it on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree
a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in Georgia
When you see them confederate flags, you know it is
Your picked cotton here, that why we call 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 ain't playin'

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

Georgia,
Georgia,