Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, it crunk

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

Nigga bozs' bout to out the show
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking
It's time lay it putting it all up on the line
Ain't no for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and
While done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
And it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place T-town be down in the south
Where dem' throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in manner
I can't stand a weak
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 stop me stacking six figures
Now you on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the nigga check that hoe
I'm the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So talking 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 bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and
They go around sucking on dope boys dick
Now is hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop 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 they ain't
You got cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn daily
When the beat a drop, just lock ya' boz and shake dem' 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, show you niggas love
and fill a up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a
the is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my

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

[Bridge:]
[until
That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit
7X]