Luyện nghe bài hát We Get It Crunk

Cool Breeze, Kurupt, Gotti
In 1999, that can happen
It will, it will, it will, it will, it
Organized Noize, do it, kick it off, c'mon

Cool Breeze, young Gotti, Noize
We gon' bust your mouth open
No haters allowed, no haters
Uh, no allowed, no, no haters allowed

Cool Breeze, I you was a mothafuckin' fool
Ah yeah, all 'em see me hit 'em
Wanna get blown from my room to my bed
Ya what I said?

come around here again, changin' the game, re-arrangin'
I'm my name
Since I up the party, I'm 2 shotty young Gotti
Like givin' a fuck, 'em up, nigga wha
I'm pressin' it homie, I keep the pistol homie

it nigga, cocked back, blastin' it nigga
Be silent, you can hear the falls tricklin'
It's homie, why the fuck you up on me?
That's how lay in caskets nigga

what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your with the sawed off pump
what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off
Fool,

Hey, I hear you screamin' through your whole
Mommy, daddy, the TV on
Cool Breeze done out
And time I wear some new sneakers

They be on me
All behind my like some school teachers
And be for me in the streets
So can listen to me real good

And go and make a that beat
Now everybody wanna put it
You give 'em one little record
And think they 'bout to run the town

And they album start to get a buzz
Every you turn around, you see 'em posted all up in a club
I think they smokin' too much ever
They try to spit one at me, and we end up spittin' one at

It no plan with the hitman
He bust ten bars, bust back both hands
So keep dial locked and stay tuned
And you be down in Atlanta, be down with the Calhoun's

what, we get it crunk
Comin' your hood with the sawed off pump
what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off
Fool,

what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off
Fool,

No, no haters
No, no haters
No, no allowed
No, no allowed

Is that your
(Is it)
Are you for
You ever been through
(This nigga)
He up and help you feed folks

Where was this when we was broke?
Now I ain't to offend a nigga
But if I struck a nigga, heh, fuck nigga
Punks ain't made around parts

'Cause here, everybody got heart
The homie C O L, nigga, B-R double E Z-E
I E-E MC E-E, bitch, all y'all hoes is out to get rich
And all y'all [unverified] can eat a fat

and my niggas, we got that get back
When we through the club, we make everybody get back
know about the dirty south
I'mma ask you one time, then you your back slammed out

Breeze only 5'7"
But break you off quick
And it matter if you 5'11"
I ball before I was cool cut

used to call me, "Don't drop"
'Cause I drop nothin'
One time I walked up and a gun
And layed dough boy down

And made his click make buns
Now every time I a run
My niggas me watch my back
'Cause we know they want some

what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it
Comin' your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool,

what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
Fool what, we get it
through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool,

what, we get it crunk
Comin' your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your with the sawed off pump
Fool,

Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
Fool,

We get it
Comin' through your with a sawed off pump

We get it
Breeze, 1999

No allowed
No, no haters
(Cool Breeze, 1999)
No, no haters
No, no allowed
(Kurupt, Gotti, 1999)

No, no haters
No, no haters
(Yeah, 1999)
No, no allowed
No, no allowed
(Y2K)

No, no haters
No, no allowed
No, no allowed

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