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 it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'

Y'all can't handle this shit
It's on for the '97
Nine nickel in two
no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
We finna do this motherfuckin' like 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 chevy thangs, (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, now I'm flexin' in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow the corner
Then I holler at women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you me
Three for my pump, in the in the meanin'
Itchin' for a nigga for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept with mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he on runnin' low
Killin' his ass he got to the door

2x

[Lord
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just ever way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and in this hoe
get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch, shake a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the

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

J]
I'm care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch
Nigga's killa all the time but ain't did shit
Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you do
Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' a murder fool
Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my hangs, strapped
With the smith and wesson if I have to the pain, bring the pain
the game, nigga we gone get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night the early 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 come and get it
What's up, you scared or somethin'
Loddy, doddy party hardy till you fuck up somethin'
the fuckin police bitch, you can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how we get it they gone want to join this shit
We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, real
Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big

[DJ
Time to tear the club up thugs, up in this hoe
Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of
My words clearly, tom's in so you can me
You know the loco break the law but was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide hoes
Chris got the mossberg but they ain't yet
The Three 6 gonna be alive we get it crunk