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 the king of the South, the Underground King
The king of Crunk and Kong all on the same song
Heheh, aye, Jon, ain't ready
We takin' it on 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 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, niggaz don't touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Man we been throwin' raps for too
Aye whatchu do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and 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
of the new south, fake niggaz move out
He loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be what we gon' 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 but hey, we cool now
Can't keep playin' both sides of the fence, you got to now
The realest of the real or the 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 people 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 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 touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown trap, scramb-ler
Knee deep, means to get them G's to my
My Mack-10 made for action, body-baggin' and braggin'
drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' with fashion, bustin' first no questions askin'
You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin' you can 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 raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
the home 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, niggaz 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, niggaz don't touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Bitch I'm comin' live the trunk and I thrive on the funk
'Cuz I'd rather die a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin
Devoured, it's a and you 'bout to get showered
Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome as big as the ferris
'Cuz there is, now way now how, I low-key, low-brow
In that on black on black in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off
I might pop one of those, it matter my nigga, I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are
But players we posted up on corners
When say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, 'cuz I 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
'Cuz cain't nuttin' keep a trill 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 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 touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
All I gotta say is sucker emcees run
The debate is now, the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Mike, or Bun?
We are not this for fun, this is a bloodsport
are dyin', mothers are cryin'
And wack-ass will go out tryin'
It is officially a new day, I am officially the new
And are the emcees of the new south!