Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

Buster me and clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my
and it crunk, keeping it crunk

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

Nigga bout to turn out the show
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the
no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from boz and craters
While lame done out, we gained the flip flop
Underground we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
And next it's gone be me in a suburban or lexus
But it like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
From a place T-town be down in the south
Where dem' players dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it crunk and dem boz, drop dem boz

I afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so
And you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to
I'm off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up

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

Now if the club y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz 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 cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where 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 proceed to rock, the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters 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 with the talk
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