Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Your 40 Out

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

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

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

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 cut three people, you gon' be number fo'
If you back the fuck up and get the fuck up off the flo'
My crew is takin over as as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we in and you goin' home
Security that can't even stop us because know,
Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go
Suckin on our 40's and holdin our
We with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans
And we need your brew tonight homie we brought our own
So whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!

We deep as a fuck, we to get it crunk
you just another punk in the about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas AK's, Berettas
We 'posed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us
Switchblade, knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you
Run into your car and off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' mouth
You the reason why your is pourin they 40's out
Dirty Dozen 'wildin, beatin niggas
And you have to pour out a keg for all your homies

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