Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

[Intro: Lil' John
"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's a long journey getting' to
this motherfuckin' point of Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)
But we got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz
(Last niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
emcees in the world, givin' you that shit!
IT'S THE GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"

1: Bun B]
We growin' doja in the in that underwater garden (Okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it it harden
Make it hash up in the (Man), put yayo in the hot plate
and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta (Let's go)
We always got work, so we ain't get work
And if you gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to
the coke from Coca-Cola
Hold the rollers, the of the Trill
The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you
just sound the bell
Can't sound the in this game, but the grind I'm lovin'
Nigga we passed all that pushin', man time for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off Farhrenheit 9/11

[Verse 2:
I'ma speak 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ca get it right to ya, sticky white to ya
Wear whatever you want, goin' right through ya
If you to get buried
My niggaz'll send you to the essence in a hurry
Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' in the Chevy
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm
Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the
And yeah, anybody'ca rock but rock steady (D-Block!)
FED's don't need no warrants 'cause all informants
So I get higher than New insurance
Try to keep shit like Florence
Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost
And it's all real niggaz, if I get a license to carry
Shit, a license to kill niggaz

3: T.I.]
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak the blues
And separate them from they jewels, 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions
All spectators can say is, "This nigga's a fool"
A short fuse with some screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you pussy as the Moulan Rouge
So who who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show he got there
Now you know I no ?, I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the in your hair
When I go, them boys is be indecent affair
you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted
At your funeral, your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nigga with the to say another man name
When that man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him it
That nigga's a lame, you to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a G I came
the way I remain

[Verse 4:
Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a
My persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dazzle 'em, the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm
From the tiniest that the mightiest The Almighty can muster
Project prophet, blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters
Amongst them is me, can't my beefs
With who? For what? They me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in of Kalan Gro in pimp mode
The inf' on his clothes and you know it's over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna ya
Try not to lose me, I try not to
say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba
To chill with some niggaz who ill
'Cause niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga
Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get cash par, I'm the last don
You'll know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee
So when y'all done with my style, please me off
But never make Nas mad just in case
'Cause ah, y'all don't make me happy
To calm my nerve I the herb GNC don't carry

5: Ice Cube]
Who the is that? It's Ice Cube motherfucka
He's a maniac, no I'ma motherfucka
Old school motherfucka, blow through a
What you heard about a nigga so motherfucka
See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm and grittay
Shoot better that nigga that tried to kill 50
See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their
When I hit the spot that bitch they -- she cummin' with me
Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an
Bitch, I roll with 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie
I you motherfuckas Kobe didn't take that pussy
Get money, get paid, you can beat that
Even if the DA is a shit
Colorado got movatos, don't eat that
Another White bitch lyin' on thee dick
I keep it like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'Lacs
Give niggaz flashbacks, sweaty as ass cracks
When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a
Niggaz get out and like Star Treks
So fuckin incredible, I'm so credible
No matter what happen, never turn federal
And that's my report comin' straight from
Ice Cube is the shit on motherfuckin' Grand Finale