Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

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

Y'all handle this motherfuckin' shit
It's on for the '97
Nine nickel in two
no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
We finna do motherfuckin' shit like thiis...

[Koopsta
I rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky
Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...)
Burbon with (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm insane gone get you with that
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, around the corner
Then I at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, get him can you feel 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 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 kick in the door
So ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
So get and buck in this hoe
Bitches get (...?...)cause going down right about now
and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy 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 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 motherfuckin' business, I goin' bitch
Nigga's claimin' all the time but ain't did shit
Flodgin' round town, talkin' what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to pimpin' it's a murder fool
Never try to a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped
With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, the pain
the game, nigga we gone get it on
Smokin' in the night until the early morn'

2x

[Gangsta
Now it's time to get wild, nigga's on that Chris Style
While my nigga and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby and get it crunk
What's up, what you scared or
Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you up somethin'
Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you can't 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' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby

[DJ
Time to tear the up thugs, back up in this hoe
thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
My clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You the loco break the law but that was '95
Styles worldwide hoes realize
Chris got the mossberg but ain't dead yet
The 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk