Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

Once again up in that south my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas like a 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 making those
We straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it

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

Nigga bozs' bout to out the show
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and pines with haters looking round
time lay it down putting 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 flip
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a or lexus
But it seem the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big baby crazy thinking he bout' 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 throw dem' boz and gold teeth in mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking 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 ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

I can't afford bigger, how ya'
that you gone stop me stacking six figures
Now you on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya'
Well it's true, the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and 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
like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, that you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't and shit
They go around sucking on every dope dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo'
You tell me, while ya' drop bozs'

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to
And everybody to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't
You got cha' cup up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air where 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 lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you some love
and a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
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

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