Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

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

Y'all can't handle motherfuckin' 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 rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm for
Bustin' through the cut the skeemask 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 with that
Murder, death, kill now I'm in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow the corner
Then I holler at your women, the fire (.....?.....)
ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed
Thump, thump, thump, get him can you feel 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 kept playin' with mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on low
Killin' his ass he got to the door

2x

[Lord
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your on the floor
So get and buck in this hoe
get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass
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 this (...?...)
Next we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
So people (...?...) the war started and ended now

J]
I'm takin' care of my business, I ain't goin' bitch
Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did
Flodgin' round town, about what you gonna do
if you step up to this pimpin' 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
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the morn'

2x

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

[DJ
Time to the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the 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 dead yet
The 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk