Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

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

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

Knicca]
I rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm insane gone get you with that
Murder, death, now I'm flexin' in your 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
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, get him can you feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the
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 before he got to the

2x

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

J]
I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin'
Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but did shit
Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you do
if you step up to this 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 have to bring the pain, bring the
the game, nigga we gone get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the morn'

2x

[Gangsta
Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on Chris Style
While my Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby and get it crunk
What's up, what you or somethin'
Loddy, doddy fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
the fuckin police 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, keep it crunk, stayin real
Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big

[DJ
to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga thought we was washed up but we got more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine 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 ain't dead yet
The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it