Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

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

Y'all can't handle motherfuckin' shit
on for the '97 motherfucker
Nine nickel in two
Ain't no toms was a nigga clearly biiootch
We finna do motherfuckin' shit 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
grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I playin'
I'm insane gone get you with killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, around the corner
Then I holler at women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, noise in my trunk
to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs 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 nigga for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but bitch kept playin' 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 till Lord Infamous kick in the
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your on the floor
So get ultra and buck in hoe
get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the ass south
Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, 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 (...?...) like the war started and ended now

J]
I'm care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch
claimin' 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 cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped
With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, the pain
Bring the game, nigga we get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night the early morn'

2x

[Gangsta
Now it's to get buck wild, nigga's on that Chris Style
While my Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby and get it crunk
What's up, what you scared or
Loddy, doddy fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
Fuck the fuckin bitch, you can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this
We gone get it crunk, nigga 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 plenty
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of
My words clearly, in so you can hear me
You know the loco break the law but was '95
Mystic Styles hoes realize
got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The Three 6 gonna be till we get it crunk