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 of Crunk and King Kong all on the same song
Heheh, aye, Jon, they ready
We takin' it on 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 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)
Man we throwin' raps for too long
Aye whatchu do homes?
I'm finna pull 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 niggaz out
He talkin' and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga 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 city on top, just seperate the fools now
We had lots of but hey, we cool now
Can't keep both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the or the fakest 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 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 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)
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, and throat braggin'
I'll 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' pops fashion, bustin' first no questions askin'
You gon' off that waterboat and you can hold me
I'm, Kong on every 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 ain't raise no fag, my mom had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy
From the of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to soda
grind 'til I shine, or die going for mine
Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin' and 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, niggaz figgaz!
I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on 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 wanna touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Bitch I'm comin' live from the 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, a shit-storm and you 'bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on wheels as big as the ferris
there is, now way now how, I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so wild
I get, off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga, I miss
They put me hot on list, players are posted
But them players we posted up on
When they say and get
And the prayer get toasted, 'cuz I keep the on
The face for the game on, leave a stain on anythin' I my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player Woody
'Cuz cain't nuttin' keep a nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie
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 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)
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 niggaz go out tryin'
It is a new day, I am officially the new mouth
And are the emcees of the new south!