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 that's the of the South, the Underground King
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, niggaz figgaz!
I got the in my sac, smokin' 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, don't wanna touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Man we been raps for too long
Aye wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B, scared better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a
Leaders of the new south, niggaz move out
He talkin' loud and proud, but he scared a tool out
I'm the they be askin' what we gon' do 'bout?
Mike told me "Fuck them niggaz, that new new out"
Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the out
Put the city back on top, just the fools now
We had of misrepresentation 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 fakest of the
If ya got it on ya chest, say it to my face
When ya 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 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)
Straight Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown trap, scramb-ler
Knee deep, means to get G's to my manager
My Mack-10 made for action, body-baggin' and braggin'
I'll 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' with pops fashion, bustin' first no questions
You gon' off waterboat and thinkin' you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no can hold me
thump, thump, thump, thump, when I bump, 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 referrin' to
grind 'til I shine, or die going for mine
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 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, niggaz 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 the killa
(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 survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you Twin-Towered
Devoured, a shit-storm and you 'bout to get showered
From Broward to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
there is, now way now how, I stay 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 pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga, I don't miss
They put me hot on list, players are posted
But players we posted up on corners
they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, 'cuz I the flame on
The for the game on, leave a stain on anythin' I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a like Woody
'Cuz cain't nuttin' keep a trill nigga down, ask Goodie
I got them on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back, niggaz 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)
All I gotta say is sucker better 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 a new day, I am officially the new mouth
And are the emcees of the new south!