Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Your 40 Out

Yeahhhh
Its D12 up in this
you know how we get crunk and wild in motherfucka'
get crunk in detroit 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 catch a slug (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a
Any nigga poppin shit go to the
D12 shit nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyon, niggas wit us
Cause all my niggas is talkin' shit
got no problem with smackin no bitch
I'll have my cut your throat
Blunts, gans, that's all we
Wild the fuck out stab you with a
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 people, you gon' be number fo'
If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck up off the
My crew is takin over as as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we comin' in and you home
Security that can't even stop us because know,
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold it wherever we go
Suckin on our 40's and holdin our
We come toasters like we just opened saving's and loans
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we our own
So grab whatever you 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 with our 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 example out of you haters 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 you gotta murder me then
Only talk to a bitch burgundy hair
On the Isle in the Vette seven deuce
See the top on that 40 you know it's comin'
See me on the Ave. daily we runnin' this
If your get loud I g-money that bitch
Packin mags and clips smash your clique
of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet
Smoking drinkin' Henny, Remy, in that Jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got