Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia... Bush

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

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

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

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We from a where (Georgia)
drowned, and
Everybody died, but I'm still 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 house hatin, tryin to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, sayin 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)
it's them dead bodies, them lost 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 helped out
Yea we like it they callin y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa)
We see them Confederate flags, you know it is
A white cracker muthafucka that 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, fuck (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya man, give us a pound
'cause if a nigga still movin then he it down
I had two Jags, but I lost them bi-tch-es
I'm N.O. the N.O. Yea!

[Chorus] niggas like ta

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

YEA!
Money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a trip
I'ma to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you eight grams
If you talkin bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a thing
Boy I bet that shotty you bounce like a bed-spring
a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my call me
thousand 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 never talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, forties
Like another nigga, nigga just don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be
We done lost everythin and you like a bargain
Purple weed, drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the rapper in the game no argin (arguing)

And I ever write, pause
this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com log in
Put a pillow under your and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her a toilet
They usually want a and the young nigga ballin
Mike Jordan, pardon my
Even my father as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label 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 miss
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the
Everybody wanna be da boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever I seen her
Got a of this evenin, hotter than a tub steamin
girlfriend dreamin of one day bein Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the
Got a girl drivin, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky that muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the still livin
Spend a condo and a club, one won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the crew, thanks
And bring me Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my straight, not gay
And that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten
Behave, no ho, I'm on Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho money age old
And can't a hold this animal from Hollygrove
mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to take these hos
Price sizin for a show and the
So either Drama is my nigga, or boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else it, sixty thousand a verse