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 what time it is, we it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'

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

[Koopsta
I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm for
Bustin' through the cut the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood chevy 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 lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow the corner
Then I holler at your women, turn the (.....?.....)
ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, get him can you feel me
for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' nigga for I a man
Didn't to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the

2x

[Lord
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the
So just ever your way 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' from the rowdy ass south
Crank up bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the

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

J]
I'm takin' of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch
Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did
round town, talkin' about what 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 nuts hangs,
With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the
Bring the game, nigga we get it on
Smokin' in the night until the early morn'

2x

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

[DJ
Time to tear the club up thugs, up in this hoe
Nigga we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine 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 hoes realize
Chris got the mossberg but they dead yet
The Three 6 gonna be till we get it crunk