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

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

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

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

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

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

GA, the peach state, we stay
My small called Albany Georgia
country like catfish with grits
Candy yams and
Gram's homemade baked

The of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called
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

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

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

We on the in Georgia
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 ain't playin'

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

Country as hell, they some
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

Where they use to us some bamas
And now jockin' the grammar
Watch yo mouth you out for some manner
of hustlers run on every corner
Like the house in Atlanta

R.I.P out in Savannah Georgia
Now you come for vacation
Leave on probation, home of the club
for the thick girls
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 when it on like
Make a chick take it off freaknik, down here in Georgia
When you see them confederate flags, you what it is
Your picked cotton here, that why we call it 'the field'
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm from GA, GA,

We on the grind in
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

Georgia,
Georgia,