Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

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

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

is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the state of
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my 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 need help in the of Georgia

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

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

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

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

GA, the peach state, we stay
My small city's called Albany
Pecan like catfish with grits
yams and chitlins
Gram's homemade baked

The land of classical and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach called Georgia
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, next to
the Carolinas and Tennesse, you'll see Georgia
Where Gladys 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 your get
Found on plum trees in the south
These choppas tomahawk your top down here in Georgia

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

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

Country as hell, they warriors
Told 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 they use to call us some
And now they the grammar
Watch yo mouth you out for some manner
Bunch of run on every corner
Like the Waffle in Atlanta

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

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in
When you see them flags, you know 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
on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin'

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

Georgia,
Georgia,