Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

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

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

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

Nigga bozs' bout to out the show
Crankin' up yo' flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping with 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 they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
Southside reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
From a place called T-town be in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and 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 it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
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 a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
gotta 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 hating on me, because my game so
And could you be mad I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear reckland ro'
So talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' up, now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of 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, ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on dope boys dick
Now is these really yo' friend or yo' foes
You me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'

Now if the club packed y'all wall to wall
And everybody to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some
and fill a up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, freaks a jockin'
the is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my

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

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