Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

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

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

Knicca]
I rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the on you funky hoes
Wood grain thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm insane gone get you that killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the
Then I holler at women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the curbs 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 killin' for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that kept playin' with mine
As I to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the

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[Lord
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the
So just ever your way wipe the of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and in this hoe
Bitches get (...?...)cause it's down right about now
Tearin' and (?) cause we comin' straight from 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 we can enter this bitch (...?...)
Next time we gonna up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
So (...?...) like the war started and ended now

J]
I'm takin' of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch
Nigga's claimin' all the time but ain't did shit
round town, talkin' about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool
Never try to dodge a cause 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
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early

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

[DJ
to tear the club up thugs, back 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 the loco break the law but that was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide realize
Chris got the mossberg but they ain't yet
The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it