Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

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

What, [in background]
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 pines with haters 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 what they us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
And next it's be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you you can play me
From a place called be down 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 bump and pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like
All the people out there 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 buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

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

Now ladies are you of trick 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 boys
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo'
You tell me, ya' drop dem' bozs'

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

what
[until
That's how these die, they with the shit talk
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