Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

Ah yeah, y'all what time it is
Tear the up boys back up in this motherfucker
Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin'

Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin'
It's on for the '97
nickel in two pennies
Ain't no was a nigga words clearly biiootch
We finna do motherfuckin' shit like thiis...

[Koopsta
I ain't oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs, (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't
I'm insane gone get you with that
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the
Then I holler at your women, the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, makin' in my trunk
to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, get him can you feel me
for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch playin' with mine
As I to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his ass he got to the door

2x

[Lord
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the
So get ultra and buck in hoe
get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?) we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch, shake a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the

Name was the Triple 6, end of the we can enter this bitch (...?...)
Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we rip it up so riots break out
So (...?...) like the war started and ended now

J]
I'm takin' care of my business, I ain't goin' bitch
claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit
Flodgin' round town, about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to pimpin' it's a murder fool
Never try to dodge a nigga I let my nuts hangs, strapped
the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain
Bring the game, nigga we get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night the early morn'

2x

[Gangsta
Now it's time to get buck wild, on that Chris Style
While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to
Baby come and get it
What's up, you scared or somethin'
Loddy, doddy party fuckin' till you fuck up somethin'
the fuckin police bitch, you can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to this shit
We get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
Always smokin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby

[DJ
Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in hoe
Nigga we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nickel and a couple of pennies
My clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You know the loco the law but that was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide realize
got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The Three 6 be alive till we get it crunk