Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

Once again up in that south from my mouth
and creeping up on y'all like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake

Buster me and clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, it crunk

What, What [in
Now dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]

Nigga bozs' to turn out the show
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines haters looking round
It's lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and
While lame dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy he bout' to fade me
sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called be down in the south
Where dem' throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this
I can't stand a buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

I can't bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya'
Well it's true, that's the price check that hoe
I'm the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up

Now ladies are you of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and
They go around sucking on every boys dick
Now is these really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem'

Now if the club packed y'all wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and
haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is
Put hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and
Now dem' keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner you keep on dropping
for my

Now right now I want all my niggas to follow me, follow me

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That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the talk
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