Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia... Bush

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

[Ray sample:] Georgia.........

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

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We from a town (Georgia)
drowned, and
Everybody died, but I'm still prayin wich ya
cryin but (Georgia)
Aint tried, there's no doubt 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 sayin you gotta 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 bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it
And the children have been scarred, no ones here to care em
And out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they callin y'all, but president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
We see Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker that 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 president (Geeoorrggiiaa)
See us in ya city man, us a pound
'cause if a still movin then he holdin it down
I had two Jags, but I lost them bi-tch-es
I'm N.O. the N.O. Yea!

[Chorus] like ta poop

([DJ Drama:] oh yea, you thought we was Naw)

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

And I don't write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com log in
Put a pillow under knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a and the young nigga ballin
Mike Jordan, my swag
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the
We said fuck it bought two in Miami
I can't to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, ya label contact me
four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the
Everybody woman wanna be da boy diva, not
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I her
Got a of this evenin, hotter than a tub steamin
Gotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day Trina
sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl drivin, couldn't do it much
I'm fly in the sky like muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still
Spend a and a club, one bottle won't do
Two won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm
I wish a nigga come invade, get
I a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rov
Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be
Got me copy 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, my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, thousand a verse