Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Your 40 Out

Yeahhhh
Its D12 up in this
you how we get crunk and wild in this motherfucka'
everybody get crunk in too nigga
so da fuck out

Pour 40 out. (Guzzle It)
(8x)
Bitch!!!

We up
Let us in the
One of y'all n|ggas gon' catch a (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a
Any nigga shit go to the trunk
D12 shit nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyon, niggas wit us
all my niggas is talkin' that shit
Ain't got no problem with no bitch
I'll have my wife cut throat
Blunts, gans, that's all we
the fuck out stab you with a knife
It's D12 nigga we ready to fuckin'

Who tryin' to be the one to catch this plate in the throat
You know the po-po let me hold them toastas' no mo'
I just cut people, you gon' be number fo'
If you don't the fuck up and get the fuck up off the flo'
My crew is over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we comin' in and you home
Security can't even stop us because they know,
Runyon Avenue hold it down wherever we go
Suckin on our 40's and holdin our
We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and
And we don't need brew tonight homie we brought our own
So grab whatever you on and let's get it on!

We deep as a fuck, we bout to get it
you just another in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas AK's, Berettas
We don't 'posed to be in here our weapons but still they let us
Switchblade, brass knuckles, plated belt buckle
beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating
Run into your car and skatin off, We
We make out of you haters runnin' your mouth
You the why your peoples is pourin they 40's out
Dirty Dozen 'wildin, niggas bloodied
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all homies

I was raised by drunks, so I a drunk
80 Proof on this that's the name I want
I'm in the club to you gotta murder me then
Only to a bitch with burgundy hair
On the in the Vette bumpin' seven deuce
See the top on that 40 you it's comin' loose
See me on the Ave. daily we runnin' shit
If your get loud I g-money that bitch
Packin mags and clips I'll your clique
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the
Smoking weed Henny, Remy, in that Jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the store got plenty