Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

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

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

Knicca]
I ain't oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...)
Burbon that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in lexus
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
Three for my pump, in the destine in the
Itchin' for a nigga for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with
As I to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the

2x

[Lord
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous 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 going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we straight from the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch, like a natural 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' care of my motherfuckin' business, I goin' bitch
Nigga's killa all the time but ain't did shit
round 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 cause I let my nuts hangs,
With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the
Bring the game, we gone get it on
Smokin' in the night until the early morn'

2x

[Gangsta
Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on Chris Style
my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby and get it crunk
up, what you scared or somethin'
Loddy, party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
Fuck the fuckin bitch, you can't fade 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
smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby

[DJ
to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga we was washed up but we got plenty more
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 break the law but was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide hoes
got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The Three 6 be alive till we get it crunk