Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

Once again up in that south my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas 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, making those hits
We never jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, it crunk

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Now drop dem on 'em [repeat 16X]

bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines haters looking round
It's time lay it putting it all up on the line
no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these what they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a or lexus
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to me
Better sit and in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
a place called 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 club crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
through yo' when it reach 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 manner
I stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, dem boz

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

Now ladies are you tired of trick in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to on yo' shit
Critizing, that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to
Nasty hoes, ain't clean and shit
They go around on every dope 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 from wall to
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and
Some haters off in there, but at they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' is crunk
Put hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, everybody lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, the front to the back
with the and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and
Now haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the is rockin', so partner want 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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