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 drag
And shitting on you busters like I ate bake beans

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

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

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the
Crankin' up yo' dance screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down it all up on the line
no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done out, we gained the flip flop
where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or
But it seem the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you 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 off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to 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
gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

I afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from six figures
Now you hating on me, my game so tight
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, 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 ladies are you of trick bitches in yo' mix
like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to
Nasty hoes, that clean and shit
They go sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, ya' drop dem' bozs'

Now if the club packed y'all wall to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at they ain't macking
You got cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya'
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 just 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 some
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on
for my

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

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