Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

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

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

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

2x

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

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

J]
I'm takin' of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch
claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit
Flodgin' town, talkin' about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to this 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, we gone get it on
motherfuckers in the night until the early morn'

2x

[Gangsta
Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that Style
While my nigga and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
come and get it crunk
What's up, what you or somethin'
Loddy, doddy party hardy till you fuck up somethin'
Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they want to join this shit
We gone get it crunk, keep it crunk, stayin real
Always smokin' scopin' tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby

[DJ
Time to the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nickel and a couple of pennies
My words clearly, tom's in so you can me
You the loco break the law but that was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide hoes
Chris got the mossberg but they dead yet
The Three 6 be alive till we get it crunk