Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

Buster me and me's clicks, making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no
Getting in trouble the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, it crunk

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

bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping with haters looking round
It's time lay it down it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, doug's potatoes
All these niggas they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we the flip flop
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
And next it's be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you you can play me
From a place called be down in the south
Where dem' players dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Peter
From to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this
I stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it crunk and dem boz, drop dem boz

I can't bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so
And you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear 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 tired of trick in yo' mix
like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to
Nasty hoes, that clean and shit
go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo'
You tell me, ya' drop dem' bozs'

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

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

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