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 king of the South, the King
The king of and King Kong all on the same song
Heheh, aye, Jon, they ain't
We takin' it on to the trap my nigga!
I got them 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 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 touch the
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Man we been throwin' for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do
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 of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz out
He talkin' loud and proud, but he scared with a out
I'm the nigga they be askin' what we gon' do
Mike told me "Fuck them niggaz, that new new out"
Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just the fools now
We had lots of 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 gon' show them what it really is in the A
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, 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)
Straight Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap,
deep, means to get them G's to my manager
My Mack-10 made for action, body-baggin' and throat
I'll drag 'em threw the river a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin' with pops fashion, bustin' first no askin'
You gon' off waterboat and thinkin' you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can 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 or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to soda
I'ma grind 'til I shine, or die going for
Sick buy my side, swervin' and blowin' pine
be a victim 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 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 wanna touch the
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
Bitch I'm comin' live the trunk and I thrive on the funk
I'd rather 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
From Broward to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome as big as the ferris
'Cuz 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 pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga, I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where are posted
But players we posted up on corners
When they say and get
And the prayer get toasted, 'cuz I the flame on
The face for the on, leave a stain on anythin' I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like
'Cuz cain't nuttin' 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, 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 touch the killa
(Killa k-k-killa, killa)
All I gotta say is emcees better run
The debate is now, the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing this for fun, is a bloodsport
Emcees are dyin', mothers are
And wack-ass niggaz will go out
It is officially a new day, I am the new mouth
And are the emcees of the new south!