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 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 it on back 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 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 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 just the kings, now we of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz out
He talkin' loud and proud, but he with a tool out
I'm the they 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 back on top, just seperate the fools now
We had of misrepresentation but hey, we cool now
Can't keep playin' sides of the fence, you got to choose 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 in hatred, ya only rushin' til ya wait
And we show them people 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 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, don't wanna touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Straight from Atlanta, the hog
folk trap, scramb-ler
Knee deep, means to get them G's to my
My Mack-10 made for action, body-baggin' and braggin'
I'll drag 'em the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' with pops fashion, bustin' no questions askin'
You gon' off waterboat and thinkin' you can hold me
I'm, King on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
thump, thump, thump, thump, when 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 home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to
I'ma grind 'til I shine, or die for mine
Sick Sawyer buy my side, and blowin' pine
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 '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 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 the trunk and I thrive on the funk
'Cuz I'd die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin
Devoured, it's a shit-storm and you 'bout to get
Broward county 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 on black in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, I'll be off this
I might pop one of those, it don't my nigga, I don't miss
put me hot on list, where players are posted
But players we posted up on corners
When they say and get
And the prayer get toasted, I keep the flame on
The face for the on, leave a stain on anythin' I puts my name on
Disrespect and the peck a player like 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, 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 wanna touch 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 doing 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!