Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

Ay, Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' this year
We comin' straight for you, we talkin' gettin' crunk, nigga
Fuck shit you talkin nigga
I see yo ass nigga, this how shit gon pop off
This how shit gon go down here on out nigga
So we gotta tell niggas, to wake the fuck up
Cy co Black, let 'em

Fuck that shit you talkin'
Fuck shit that you talkin'
Fuck shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit you talkin'

Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck shit that you talkin'
Fuck that that you talkin'

Fuck that nonsense, I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click, I'm
I got my gun and my ride
We bussin' heads, so you bitches hide

to the mothafuckin' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and behind me
Park in the street wit and A.D
So I dare that nigga to and try me
that nigga to walk my street
Watch me cock it and let go
up popular, he's a fuck nigga
I'ma let his ass know, he ain't but a ho

Fuck yo words, yo words don't mean shit, all that get yo ass hit
Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo ass real
This real shit and I don't games, ATL be my domain
Creep yo cast and beat yo ass, so fuck that shit you mayne

that nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin'
We heads, so you bitches betta hide

Fuck that shit that you
Fuck that shit that you
Fuck shit that you talkin'
Fuck that that you talkin'

Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you
that shit that you talkin'
Fuck shit that you talkin'

Yeah, bitch fuck that shit you talkin'
Go get yo and start walkin'
My crew too thick so get off me to fuck wit you I got
Peepin' the scene, so don't me, ho don't try me, I stay ready
Yo shirt gon' be, so damn heavy, I snipe yo ass like I'm
Got a problem, I solve, so ho take it outside
tucked in my pocket, I'm feelin' what in my ride
Bussin' heads is my specialty, one like me, you never see
Ho you know I'm wit M.O.B, wanna buck? whatever G

Keep on poppin', I'ma show you just how we are
Ya'll niggas yall buck? We'll have ya'll seein' stars
You'll think you're touchin' 'cause we some must asses
A second blastin' where there be shit talkin'
So do not get smart bitch 'cause here we runnin'
got no time for lames, just 'bout that money, mayne
Just me spray some flames, get up, release some anger
I keep sixteen in the clip and one off in the

that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you
Fuck that shit you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you

Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you
Fuck that shit that you
Fuck that shit you talkin'

Fuck that nonsense, nigga I'm
You got a problem wit my click, I'm
I got my gun and my motherfuckin'
We bussin' heads, so you betta hide

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