Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
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

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

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

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

We some ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin' and ya
We'll through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia 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 grind in
All the time, it
on my mind but Georgia
We playin' witcha

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

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

The land of classical Caprices and Impala super
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' that GA red clay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

R.I.P Camoflauge out in Savannah
Now you might come for
Leave on probation, of the strip club
for the thick girls
Where the put tips in the tip cup
Of chick in a thong with a big butt

When it gettin' on, won't be 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 it 'the field'
I got a on 26's, I'm from GA, GA, 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 playin' witcha

Georgia,
Georgia,