Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia... Bush

This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United of America
might know him as George Bush
But I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this

[Ray Charles Georgia.........

This song is to the one wit the suit
Thick white and his eyes bright blue
So beef wit you know who
Fuck it he let him kill all of our troops
Look at the we been through
Had the niggas on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they tellin y'all lies on the
The white people smiling everythin cool
But I people that died in that pool
I know people died in them schools
Now is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you move
Now on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)
They you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But don't let you know what's really goin on
Make it like a lotta stealin goin on
Boy them cops is killas in my
shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm tryin to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa)
So what to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they able to this?
I know some fok' live by the levee
that keep on tellin me they explosions
Same shit happened back in Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know
That was Johnson now
but (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush

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We from a where (Georgia)
drowned, and
Everybody died, but I'm still prayin wich ya
cryin but (Georgia)
Aint nobody tried, there's no on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush

I was born in the at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white hatin, tryin to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they you gotta have paper if you tryin to come back
Niggas thinkin it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we from (Geeoorrggiaa)
Noooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say worry bout it
And the children have scarred, no ones here to care bout em
And out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
We see Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do bombs
R.I.P. Tay 'cause he died in the storm, fuck (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a
if a nigga still movin then he holdin it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them
I'm N.O. the N.O. Yea!

[Chorus] niggas like ta

([DJ oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)

YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a
Weezy that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm
Bout to go get surgery and put diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a muthafuckin
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty grams
If you talkin bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend
And wit no pen I'm sorta a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's my people call me
thousand for the cause, tryin keep the reaper off me
I a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three
Like fuck another nigga, just don't be da target
New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We lost everythin and you lookin like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no (arguing)

And I don't write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass inside the margin
Lil dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your and keep ya jaws in
All in ya mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young ballin
Mike Jordan, pardon my
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the
We said it bought two houses in Miami
I can't to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, ya label contact me
Half hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the
Everybody wanna be da boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evenin, hotter than a tub
Gotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day bein
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the
Got a white girl drivin, couldn't do it cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the still livin
Spend a condo and a club, one won't do
Two bottles do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten
Then fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rov
Cash Money, Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal Hollygrove
mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take hos
Price sizin for a show and the
So Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my
If anybody else want it, sixty a verse