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 fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate bake beans

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

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

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with looking round
It's time lay it down it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, doug's potatoes
All these niggas they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside reckless, from GA to Texas
And next gone 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 crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be in the south
Where dem' players dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From to Atlanta 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 drop dem boz, dem boz

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

Now are you tired of trick bitches 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, ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope dick
Now is these really yo' friend or yo' foes
You me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'

Now if the club packed y'all from to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
Ain't but love in the air, we geeing and macking
haters 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, where freaks is
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem'
And proceed to rock, from the to the back
with the and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and
Now dem' haters watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on
for my

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

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