Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia... Bush

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

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

This is dedicated to the one wit the suit
white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you who
it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we through
Had the niggas sittin on top roofs
Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they tellin y'all lies on the
The white people smiling like 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 move
Now it's on to and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)
They tell you what 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 stealin goin on
Boy cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the of the street
I no thief, I'm just tryin to eat
Man fuck the police and (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why they steady
Why wasn't they able to this?
I know some fok' that by the levee
that keep on tellin me heard explosions
shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know
That was Johnson now
but it's (Geeoorrggiiaa)

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

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 the latest, they 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)
Noooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont 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 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 (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, us a pound
'cause if a nigga still 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] niggas like ta

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

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

And I don't write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com log in
Put a pillow under your knees and ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her a toilet
They usually want a baller and the nigga ballin
Mike Jordan, pardon my
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the
We said fuck it two houses in Miami
I wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya contact 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 miss
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 bein
Notta sim seemer, ten in the Beamer
Got a girl drivin, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga livin
Spend a and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't
No ice I like my straight, not gay
And bitch that come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get
I stomp a out like I got ten legs
they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that 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 Baby these hos
pay me now for me to even 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 want it, sixty a verse