Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

We on the in Georgia
All the time, it
Nothin' on my mind but
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 clouds plenty dro
And we for war in the state of Georgia

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

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

We some ATL thrashers, scope pumpkin' and smash ya
come through your hood worse 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
Nothin' on my mind but
We playin' witcha

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

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

GA, the peach state, we stay
My small called Albany Georgia
Pecan country like catfish with
Candy yams and
Gram's baked biscuits

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

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

Where ass so and hips are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on
Know where your going or your get
on these plum trees in the south
These choppas will tomahawk top down here in 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
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 on pirelliz
And the chrome on the when I'm choppin in the trap

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

Where use to call us some bamas
And now they jockin' the
Watch yo mouth unless you out for manner
of hustlers 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 thick chick in a thong a big butt

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down in Georgia
you see them confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks picked 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 mind but
We ain't playin'

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

Georgia,
Georgia,