Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

Ah yeah, y'all what time it is
Tear the club up boys up in this motherfucker
Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the '97'

Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin'
on for the '97 motherfucker
Nine in two pennies
Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly
We finna do this motherfuckin' like thiis...

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

2x

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

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

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

2x

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

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