Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Your 40 Out

Yeahhhh
Its D12 up in motherfucka'
you know how we get crunk and wild in this
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 gon' catch a slug (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a
Any nigga poppin shit go to the
D12 start shit come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild wit us
Cause all my niggas is that shit
Ain't got no problem with no bitch
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 the po-po won't let me hold them toastas' no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be fo'
If you don't back the fuck up and get the up off the flo'
My is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door we comin' in and you goin' home
Security that even stop us because they know,
Runyon soldiers hold it down wherever we go
Suckin on our 40's and our 44's
We come toasters like we just opened saving's and loans
And we don't your brew tonight homie we brought our own
So grab you sippin on and let's get it on!

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

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