Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from the home of the bones
eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the
Dirtier than Bob pee pee

GA, the peach state, where we
My small city's called Georgia
country like catfish with grits
Candy and chitlins
homemade baked biscuits

The land of Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called
I love the out in L.A.
And the shopping in New York
The in MIA
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red

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

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

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 called Georgia

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

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

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

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

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

Georgia,
Georgia,