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 of the South, the Underground King
The king of Crunk and King Kong all on the song
Heheh, aye, Jon, they ain't
We takin' it on to the trap my nigga!
I got them 'bows on my 'lac, on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, niggaz 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 whatchu wanna do
I'm pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B, scared better be
We was just the kings, now we of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz out
He talkin' loud and proud, but he scared with a out
I'm the nigga they be what we gon' do 'bout?
Mike told me "Fuck niggaz, bring that new new out"
the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, seperate the fools now
We had of misrepresentation but hey, we cool now
Can't keep both sides 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, shawty say it to my
ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin' til ya wait
And we show them people 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, bumpin' figgaz!
I got the in my sac, smokin' on that 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, niggaz don't wanna the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap,
deep, means to get them G's to my manager
My Mack-10 for action, body-baggin' and throat braggin'
drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' with pops fashion, bustin' first no askin'
You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin' you can me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can me
I'll thump, thump, thump, thump, when I bump, bump, bump,
woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in yo, trunk!
My dad raise 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 buy my side, swervin' and blowin' pine
be a victim to a killer, be a father 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, 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 the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Bitch I'm comin' from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
'Cuz I'd rather die like a man than like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin
Devoured, a shit-storm and you 'bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the
'Cuz there is, now way now how, I low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac, 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, where players are
But them we posted up on corners
When say and get roasted
And the get toasted, 'cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on, a stain on anythin' I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player Woody
'Cuz nuttin' keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie
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 the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
All I say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the emcee?
T.I.P., Killer Mike, or
We are not this for fun, this is a bloodsport
Emcees are dyin', are cryin'
And niggaz will go out tryin'
It is officially a new day, I am the new mouth
And are the emcees of the new south!