Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

Ah yeah, y'all know time it is
Tear the club up back up in this motherfucker
Y'all know 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 words clearly
We finna do this motherfuckin' like thiis...

[Koopsta
I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm for
Bustin' the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't
I'm insane gone get you that killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the
I holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them bumps
Thump, thump, thump, get him can you feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the
Itchin' for a killin' 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 till Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and buck in hoe
Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass
Crank up this bitch, shake like a 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 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' what you gonna do
if you step up to this 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, bring the
Bring the game, nigga we get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early

2x

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

[DJ
to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga thought we was up but we got plenty more
at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
My clearly, tom's in so you can hear 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 till we get it crunk