Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia... Bush

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

Charles sample:] Georgia.........

This song is dedicated to the one wit the
Thick skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you who
Fuck it he just let him all of our troops
Look at the we been through
Had the niggas on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they tellin y'all lies on the
The white smiling like everythin cool
But I know people that in that pool
I know people that died in schools
Now what is the to do?
Got to no trailer, you move
Now on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)
tell 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 look like a lotta stealin on
Boy them cops is in my home
Nigga shot 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 happened to the levees, why they steady
Why wasn't they able to control
I know some fok' live by the levee
that on tellin me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Betsy
1965, I ain't too to know this
That was President now
but (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush

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

I was born in the at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to wash away 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 ain't (Geeoorrggiaa)
Noooww it's them dead bodies, them houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it
And the children been scarred, no ones here to care bout em
And fash out, to all the rappers that out
Yea we like it they callin y'all, but president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
We see Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white muthafucka that probably voted for him
And no he ain't drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay 'cause he died in the storm, president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a
'cause if a nigga still movin he holdin it down
I had two Jags, but I both them bi-tch-es
I'm N.O. the N.O. Yea!

[Chorus] like ta poop

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

YEA!
Money money get a dollar and a dick
Baby 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 trip
I'ma trip to and buy some brand new shit
Nine to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talkin bout bricks, I'm the man
And the women say damn, them don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you like a bed-spring
a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a BOOM
Young toon, yea what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cause, keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep
Big for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three
Like fuck another nigga, nigga don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga don't be retarded
We done lost and you lookin like a bargain
Purple weed, drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no (arguing)

And I don't write, pause
this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the nigga ballin
Mike Jordan, pardon my
Even my father as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll 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 woman wanna be da boy diva, not
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 Trina
sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl drivin, couldn't do it cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle do
Two bottles won't do, for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't
No ice I like my straight, not gay
And bitch that bank everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get
I a nigga out like I got ten legs
they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on Rage Rov
Money, Young 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 copy star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even these hos
sizin for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or boy got doe
Go figure my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody want it, sixty thousand a verse