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 King
The king of Crunk and King 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, swervin' on 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 don't wanna touch the
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Man we been throwin' raps for too
Aye wanna do homes?
I'm finna this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B, scared whatchu be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a
Leaders of the new south, fake move out
He talkin' and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin' what we gon' do
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 playin' both 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 gon' show them 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 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 touch the
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap,
Knee deep, means to get them G's to my
My Mack-10 made for action, body-baggin' and throat
I'll drag 'em threw the like a bad yellow nigga
I'm with pops fashion, bustin' first no questions askin'
You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin' you can me
I'm, King 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 raise no fag, my mom ain't had no
We don't or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to soda
I'ma grind I shine, or die going for mine
Sick buy my side, swervin' 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, 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 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 than survive a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin
Devoured, it's a shit-storm and you 'bout to get
From Broward 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 black on black on black in the 'lac, 'cuz 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 peck 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, bumpin' 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 don't wanna the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
All I say is sucker emcees better run
The is now, who's the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing for fun, this is a bloodsport
Emcees are dyin', mothers are
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!