Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

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

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

bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and pines with 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 they us from dem' 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 gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to me
sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they
And dump dump if ya' 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 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 stand a weak
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it crunk and dem boz, drop dem boz

I can't afford bigger, how ya'
that you gone stop me stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, 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 from the ATL player, wear that ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now up

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

Now if the club packed from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
Ain't but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is
Put hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, freaks is shady
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, from the front to the
the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas 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 want you keep on dropping
for my

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

[Bridge:]
[until
That's how these die, they with the shit talk
7X]