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 detroit too
so da fuck out

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

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

Who tryin' to be the one to catch this plate in the throat
You the po-po won't let me hold them toastas' no mo'
I just cut three people, you be number fo'
If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck up off the
My crew is over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door we comin' in and you goin' home
Security that can't even stop us they know,
Runyon Avenue soldiers it down wherever we go
Suckin on our and holdin our 44's
We come with toasters like we opened saving's and loans
And we don't need your tonight homie we brought 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 another punk in the about to get jumped
I settle my with AK's, Berettas
We don't 'posed to be in here with our but still they let us
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, niggas crying, bleeding, you retreating
Run into your car and off, We G'ing
We make out of you haters runnin' your mouth
You the reason why your is pourin they 40's out
Dirty 'wildin, beatin niggas bloodied
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all homies

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