Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

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

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

Nigga bozs' 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 for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flop
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
And next it's gone be me in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
From a place called T-town be down in the
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I it Lil' Peter
T-town 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 stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so
And could you be mad I fucked ya' wife
Well true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear reckland ro'
So stop all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' up, now what's up

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

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

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

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