Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

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

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

Nigga bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' 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 for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and
lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
And next gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it like 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
a place called T-town be down in the south
Where players throw 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' speaker it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil'
From to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be a club ain't crunk in this manner
I stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all 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 fucked ya'
it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' up, now what's up

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

Now if the club packed y'all from to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and
haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is
Put cha' hands in the air represent ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where 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 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 some 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 partner you keep on dropping
for my

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

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