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 ready
We it on back to the trap my nigga!
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 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' raps for too
Aye wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B, scared whatchu be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz out
He talkin' loud and proud, but he scared a tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin' what we do 'bout?
Mike told me "Fuck niggaz, bring that new new out"
Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, the 22's out
Put the back on top, just seperate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey, we now
Can't keep playin' both sides of the fence, you got to now
The of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my
ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin' til ya wait
And we gon' show people what it really is in the A
I got them on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' figgaz!
I got the in my sac, smokin' 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)
Straight from Atlanta, the hog
folk trap, scramb-ler
Knee deep, means to get G's to my manager
My Mack-10 made for action, and throat braggin'
I'll 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' with pops fashion, bustin' first no askin'
You off that waterboat and thinkin' you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no can hold me
I'll thump, thump, thump, thump, I bump, 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 don't or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to soda
I'ma 'til I shine, or die going for mine
Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin' and blowin'
be a victim to a killer, be a father to ya son
This Re-Akshon, Kill, T.I.P and Bun
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, niggaz don't wanna touch the
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Bitch I'm comin' live 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 gettin
Devoured, a shit-storm and you 'bout to get showered
From Broward to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
'Cuz is, now way now how, I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so
I get, drunk off that, I'll be off this
I might pop one of those, it matter my nigga, I don't miss
They put me hot on list, players are posted
But them players we posted up on
When they say and get
And the prayer get toasted, 'cuz I keep the on
The face for the game on, a stain on anythin' I puts my name on
Disrespect and the peck a player like Woody
'Cuz nuttin' keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie
I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' figgaz!
I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on killa!
In the hood 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)
All I gotta say is sucker 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
Emcees are dyin', are cryin'
And wack-ass will go out tryin'
It is a new day, I am officially the new mouth
And are the emcees of the new south!