Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

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

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

Knicca]
I ain't oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you hoes
grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I playin'
I'm insane gone get you 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' in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you me
Three for my pump, in the in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' 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 on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the

2x

[Lord
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the of your feet on the floor
So get and buck in this hoe
Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight the rowdy ass south
up this bitch, shake 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 fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
So people (...?...) like the war started and 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' town, talkin' about what you gonna 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 to bring the pain, bring the pain
the game, nigga we gone get it on
Smokin' in the night until the early morn'

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

[DJ
Time to tear the up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga thought we was up but we got plenty 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 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