Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Your 40 Out

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

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

We up
Let us in the
One of y'all n|ggas catch a slug (Yeah)
I'm so I could hurl for a month
Any nigga poppin shit go to the
D12 start shit come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild wit us
Cause all my niggas is talkin' that
Ain't got no problem with smackin no
have my wife cut your throat
Blunts, gans, that's all we
Wild the out stab you with a knife
It's D12 nigga we ready to fight

Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this in the throat
You know the po-po won't let me them toastas' no mo'
I just cut people, you gon' be number fo'
If you don't back the fuck up and get the up off the flo'
My crew is takin over as as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin'
that can't even stop us because they know,
Runyon Avenue hold it down wherever we go
on our 40's and holdin our 44's
We come with toasters like we just saving's and loans
And we don't need your brew homie we brought our own
So whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!

We as a fuck, we bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's,
We don't 'posed to be in here with our weapons but they let us
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt
Broken bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
flyin, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating
Run into your car and off, We G'ing
We example out of you haters runnin' your mouth
You the reason why peoples is pourin they 40's out
Dirty Dozen 'wildin, beatin niggas
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all homies

I was raised by drunks, so I a drunk
80 on this vodka that's the name I want
I'm in the club to you gotta murder me then
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy
On the in the Vette bumpin' seven deuce
See the top on that 40 you know comin' loose
See me on the Ave. daily we runnin' this
If your chick get loud I that bitch
Packin mags and clips I'll smash clique
of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet
Smoking weed Henny, Remy, in that Jimmy
worry if we run out the corner store got plenty