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 I ate some bake beans

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

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

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
Flipping and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the
Ain't no love for haters, smoking potatoes
All these niggas what they 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, GA to Texas
And next it's be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he to fade me
Better sit and in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called be down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the funk we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking 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 can't stand a buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it and drop dem boz, drop 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 I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that ro'
So talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get fucked up, now what's up

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

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 off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent 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 lock ya' boz and shake hoes
And proceed to rock, from the to the back
with the and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you some love
and fill a up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on
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 the shit talk
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