Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

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

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

Nigga bozs' bout to out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines haters looking round
It's time lay it down it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking potatoes
All these niggas what made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip
Underground where we dwell, the with hip hop
Southside just reckless, GA to Texas
And it's 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 trick crazy he bout' to fade me
Better sit and in consequences 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 if ya' jump jump
The crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it ya' now you tweaking like 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 damn a club ain't in this manner
I can't a weak 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 from stacking six
Now you hating on me, because my so tight
And could you be mad I fucked ya' wife
Well true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, that reckland ro'
So stop talking all shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now up

Now ladies are you of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to on yo' shit
Critizing, that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to
Nasty hoes, that clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope 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 everybody trying to ball, coz all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and
Some haters off in there, but at least ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is
Put hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for cat or a fat ass sack
da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so want you keep on dropping
for my

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

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