Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

Once again up in south from my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on niggas like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and queens
And shitting on you busters I ate some bake beans

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

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

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the
Crankin' up yo' dance screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines haters looking round
It's time lay it down it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's
All these niggas what made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done out, we gained the flip flop
Underground we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or
But it seem the bigger 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 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
yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil'
From T-town to all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club crunk in this manner
I can't a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

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

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

Now if the club y'all from wall to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we and macking
Some haters off in there, but at they ain't macking
You got cha' cup up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' in the air represent where ya' from
I'm the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some
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 want you keep on dropping
for my

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

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