Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Your 40 Out

Yeahhhh
Its D12 up in motherfucka'
you know how we get crunk and wild in 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 n|ggas gon' catch a slug (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a
Any nigga poppin go to the trunk
D12 shit nigga come get us
7 Runyon, wild niggas wit us
Cause all my niggas is talkin' that
Ain't got no with smackin no bitch
I'll my wife cut your throat
Blunts, gans, all we smoke
the fuck out stab you with a knife
It's D12 nigga we to fuckin' fight

Who to be the first 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 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 we comin' in and you goin' home
Security can't even stop us because they know,
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold it wherever we go
on our 40's and holdin our 44's
We come with toasters we just opened saving's and loans
And we don't 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 punk in the club about to get jumped
I my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We don't 'posed to be in here with our weapons but they let us
Switchblade, brass knuckles, plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can trouble
flyin, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating
Run into your car and off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' mouth
You the reason why your peoples is they 40's out
Dozen 'wildin, beatin niggas bloodied
And you gon' have to out a keg for all your homies

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