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 Underground
The king of Crunk and King Kong all on the song
Heheh, aye, Jon, ain't ready
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, niggaz 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 better be
We was the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, niggaz move out
He loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga be askin' what we gon' do 'bout?
told me "Fuck them niggaz, bring that new new out"
Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, the 22's out
Put the city 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 realest of the real or the fakest of the
If ya got it on ya chest, say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only til ya wait
And we gon' show them people what it is in the A
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 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)
Straight Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown trap, scramb-ler
deep, means to get them G's to my manager
My Mack-10 made for action, and throat braggin'
I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad nigga
I'm with pops fashion, bustin' first no questions askin'
You gon' off that waterboat and you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on 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 no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to soda
I'ma grind 'til I shine, or die going for
Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin' and blowin'
Don't be a to a killer, be a father to ya son
This Re-Akshon, Kill, T.I.P and Bun
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 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 touch the
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Bitch I'm comin' live from the trunk and I thrive on the
'Cuz I'd rather die like a man than like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin
Devoured, it's a and you 'bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome as big as the ferris
'Cuz there is, now way now how, I stay low-key,
In that black on on black in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so wild
I get, off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga, I don't
They put me hot on list, players are posted
But them players we posted up on
they say and get roasted
And the get toasted, 'cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the on, leave a stain on anythin' I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player Woody
'Cuz cain't nuttin' keep a trill down, ask Khujo Goodie
I got them 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, 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 say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing this for fun, this is a
Emcees are dyin', 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!