Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
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'

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

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

Bulldawgs is clockin', look out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be in the state of Georgia
I got 5 Georgia homes where I 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 somebody you need help in the middle of Georgia

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

I'm from the of the neck bones
Black eyed peas, and collard greens
We the on the corn
Dirtier than Bob pee pee

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

The land of classical Caprices and Impala sports
Ingredients in the peach called Georgia
I the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New
The in MIA
But they ain't like that GA red clay

on your map, we right above Florida, next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, you'll see
Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin King

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

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

We on the grind in
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 drip jelly on pirelliz
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm in the trap

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

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

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

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

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

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

Georgia,
Georgia,