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 for the motherfuckin' '97'

Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin'
It's on for the '97
nickel in two pennies
Ain't no toms was a words clearly biiootch
We finna do this motherfuckin' shit thiis...

Knicca]
I ain't oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky
Wood chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the mane, I ain't playin'
I'm insane gone get you with killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the
Then I holler at women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the
for a killin' nigga for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on low
his ass before he got to the door

2x

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

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

J]
I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I goin' bitch
Nigga's claimin' killa all the but ain't did shit
Flodgin' town, talkin' about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a fool
Never try to dodge a cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped
With the and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain
Bring the game, nigga we get it on
Smokin' in the night until the early morn'

2x

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

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