Luyện nghe bài hát Re-Akshon Remix - Bone Crusher

Aye, aye, Bun who did man?
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 king of Crunk and King all on the same song
Heheh, aye, Jon, ain't ready
We takin' it on back to the my nigga!
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, 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, niggaz wanna touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Man we been raps for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do
I'm finna pull 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 of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, niggaz move out
He talkin' loud and proud, but he scared a tool out
I'm the they be askin' what we gon' do 'bout?
Mike told me "Fuck them niggaz, that 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' both of the fence, you got to choose now
The of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, say it to my face
ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin' til ya wait
And we gon' show them what it really is in the A
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, smokin' on 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 touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Straight Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap,
Knee deep, to get them G's to my manager
My made for action, body-baggin' and throat braggin'
I'll drag 'em threw the river a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' with fashion, bustin' first no questions askin'
You off that 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, I bump, bump, bump, bump
woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in yo, trunk!
My dad ain't no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop trunks
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not to soda
I'ma grind I shine, or die going for mine
Sick Sawyer buy my side, and blowin' pine
Don't be a victim to a killer, be a to ya son
This Re-Akshon, 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, smokin' on 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 touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Bitch I'm comin' live from the trunk and I on the funk
'Cuz I'd rather die like a man survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you Twin-Towered
Devoured, it's a shit-storm and you to get showered
Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
'Cuz there is, now way now how, I stay low-key,
In that on black on black in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so wild
I get, off that, I'll be high off this
I pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga, I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are
But them we posted up on corners
they say and get roasted
And the get toasted, 'cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on, leave a stain on I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll a player like Woody
cain't 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, niggaz figgaz!
I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on 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 don't wanna touch the
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
All I gotta say is sucker emcees run
The debate is now, the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Killer Mike, or
We are not this for fun, this is a bloodsport
are dyin', mothers are cryin'
And wack-ass niggaz go out tryin'
It is a new day, I am officially the new mouth
And are the emcees of the new south!