Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

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

Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is
You gotta be brave in the of Georgia
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 altercation just hop on your mobile
And tell you need help in the middle of Georgia

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

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

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

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

GA, the peach state, we stay
My small city's called Albany
Pecan country catfish with grits
Candy yams and
homemade baked biscuits

The land of classical Caprices and Impala super
Ingredients in the peach cobbler Georgia
I the women out in L.A.
And the stores in New York
The in MIA
But they nothin' like that GA red clay

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

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

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
on my mind but Georgia
We ain't witcha

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 I'm choppin 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 called Georgia

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

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

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

We on the grind in
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 mind but
We ain't witcha

Georgia,
Georgia,