Luyện nghe bài hát Re-Akshon Remix - Bone Crusher

Aye, aye, Bun who did this
So me and you got, T.I.P., Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B
So that's the king of the South, the King
The of Crunk and King Kong all on the same song
Heheh, aye, Jon, they ain't
We it on back to the trap my nigga!
I got 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' figgaz!
I got the weed in my sac, on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at, with my niggaz!
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
New, new, don't wanna touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Man we been throwin' for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do
I'm finna this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B, whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a
Leaders of the new south, niggaz move out
He loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin' we gon' do 'bout?
Mike told me "Fuck them niggaz, bring new new out"
Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just the fools now
We had lots of but hey, we cool now
Can't keep playin' sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my
When ya hold ya in hatred, ya only rushin' til ya wait
And we gon' show them what it really is in the A
I got 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, niggaz figgaz!
I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on killa!
In the where I'm at, trappin' with my niggaz!
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
New, new, don't wanna touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown trap, scramb-ler
Knee deep, means to get G's to my manager
My Mack-10 made for action, body-baggin' and throat
drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' with fashion, bustin' first no questions askin'
You gon' off waterboat and thinkin' you can hold me
I'm, Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
I'll thump, thump, thump, thump, when I bump, bump, bump,
woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in yo, trunk!
My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no
We hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to
grind 'til I shine, or die going for mine
Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin' and blowin'
Don't be a victim to a killer, be a to ya son
Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P and Bun
I got them 'bows on my 'lac, on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' figgaz!
I got the weed in my sac, on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at, trappin' my niggaz!
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
New, new, niggaz wanna touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Bitch I'm live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
'Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you Twin-Towered
Devoured, it's a shit-storm and you 'bout to get
Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the
'Cuz there is, now way now how, I stay low-key,
In that black on black on in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga, I miss
They put me hot on list, players are posted
But players we posted up on corners
they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, I keep the flame on
The face for the game on, leave a stain on anythin' I my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a like Woody
'Cuz cain't nuttin' keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo
I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' figgaz!
I got the in my sac, smokin' on that killa!
In the where I'm at, trappin' with my niggaz!
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
I got the new, new
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
New, new, niggaz don't wanna the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
All I say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the greatest
T.I.P., Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing this for fun, this is a
are dyin', mothers are cryin'
And wack-ass will go out tryin'
It is officially a new day, I am the new mouth
And are the emcees of the new south!