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

Buster me and me's clicks, always making hits
We straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble the sounds of my trunk
and it crunk, keeping it crunk

What, What [in
Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat

Nigga bozs' bout to out the show
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines haters looking round
time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking potatoes
All these niggas what they made us dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
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' niggas try me
Big baby trick 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 throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we 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 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 crunk and dem boz, drop dem boz

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

Now ladies are you tired of bitches in yo' mix
Acting like want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, that you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that clean and shit
They go sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' dem' bozs'

Now if the club packed y'all from to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but in the air, we geeing and macking
Some off in there, but at least 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 daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem'
And proceed to rock, the front 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 swishe up 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 now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me

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