Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

Buster me and me's clicks, making 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, [in background]
Now dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]

Nigga bozs' bout to out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines haters looking round
It's lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from 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 in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you you can play me
a place called 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 crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to 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
gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

I can't bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me stacking six figures
Now you on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga 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 bitches in yo' mix
Acting they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
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 tell me, while ya' dem' bozs'

Now if the packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya'
I'm the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn daily
When the beat a drop, just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the 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 niggas some
and fill a up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner you keep on dropping
for my

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

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