Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

We on the grind in
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

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

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

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

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

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
Nothin' on my mind but
We ain't witcha

I'm from the home of the neck
Black 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 Albany Georgia
Pecan country like with grits
Candy and chitlins
Gram's homemade baked

The land of classical Caprices and Impala super
Ingredients in the peach cobbler Georgia
I love the out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New
The in MIA
But ain't nothin' like that GA red clay

Look on map, we right above Florida, next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, see Georgia
Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin Luther

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

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 mind but
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
some to spray something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya me, out of Dougherty County
In a small city Albany Georgia

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

R.I.P Camoflauge out in Georgia
Now you might for vacation
Leave on probation, home of the club
for the thick 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 it on like Peachtree
Make a chick it off like freaknik, down here in Georgia
When you see confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks picked here, that why we call it 'the field'
I got a on 26's, I'm from GA, GA, 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
Nothin' on my but Georgia
We ain't witcha

Georgia,
Georgia,