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 and King Kong all on the same 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, 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 wanna touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Man we been raps for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do
I'm finna pull this heat and have you like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B, whatchu better be
We was the kings, now we heads of a legacy
of the new south, fake niggaz move out
He talkin' and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be 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 city on top, just seperate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey, we now
Can't keep both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my
When ya ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin' til ya wait
And we gon' 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 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)
from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap,
Knee deep, means to get them G's to my
My Mack-10 for action, body-baggin' and throat braggin'
I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow
I'm mashin' with fashion, bustin' first no questions askin'
You gon' off that and thinkin' you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no 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 hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to
I'ma grind 'til I shine, or die for mine
Sawyer buy my side, swervin' and blowin' pine
Don't be a victim to a killer, be a to ya son
Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P and Bun
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 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 wanna touch 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 a man than 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 niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
'Cuz there is, now way now how, I low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so
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
They put me hot on list, players are posted
But them we posted up on corners
they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, 'cuz I keep the on
The face for the game on, leave a stain on I puts my name on
and the tech'll 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, 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, niggaz don't wanna touch the
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
All I gotta say is sucker emcees 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
are dyin', mothers are cryin'
And niggaz will go out tryin'
It is a new day, I am officially the new mouth
And these are the of the new south!