Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
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
Nothin' on my mind but
We playin' witcha

Country name, country
Fiends at the liquor
Lac Cruisin', crap
50 on the 10 to 4, the forecast
Shows clouds plenty dro
And we for war in the state of Georgia

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

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

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 them gonna hit
That's why I my Georgia Tech in the state of 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
on my mind but Georgia
We playin' witcha

I'm from the home of the bones
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
Pecan country like catfish with
Candy yams and
Gram's baked biscuits

The land of classical and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the cobbler called Georgia
I the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New
The in MIA
But they ain't like that GA red clay

Look on your map, we right Florida, next to Bama
Under the and Tennesse, you'll see Georgia
Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin King

ass so plump and hips are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on
where your going or your get lost
Found on plum 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 playin' witcha

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

Now I was in the belly of the bottom of the map
the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz
And the chrome on the Chevy I'm choppin in the trap

as hell, they some warriors
Told to spray something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of County
In a small city called Georgia

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

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

When it gettin' on, won't be when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, here in Georgia
When you see them flags, you know what it is
Your folks cotton 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 ain't playin'

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

Georgia,
Georgia,