Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

We on the in Georgia
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 ain't witcha

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

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

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

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

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 ain't playin'

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

GA, the peach state, we stay
My small city's called Georgia
Pecan country like catfish grits
Candy yams and
Gram's homemade baked

The land of classical Caprices and Impala sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler Georgia
I the women out in L.A.
And the shopping in New York
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, you'll see
Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin King

Where ass so and hips 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 in Georgia

We on the grind in
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 playin' witcha

Now I was born in the belly of the 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, some warriors
some to spray something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya me, out of Dougherty County
In a small called Albany Georgia

they use to call us some bamas
And now they the grammar
yo mouth unless you out for some manner
Bunch of run on every corner
Like the Waffle house in

R.I.P out in Savannah Georgia
Now you come for vacation
on probation, home of the strip club
Known for the 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 cheap it on like Peachtree
Make a chick it off like freaknik, down here in Georgia
When you see them flags, you know what it is
Your folks picked here, that why we call it 'the field'
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm GA, GA, Georgia

We on the in Georgia
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 mind but
We ain't playin'

Georgia,
Georgia,