Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Inc.

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

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

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

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

Crunk to the I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and Killa me
Park in the wit Crunk and A.D
So I dare that to come and try me
Dare nigga to walk my street
me cock it back and let go
Comin' up popular, he's a fuck
I'ma let his ass know, he nuttin' but a ho

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

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

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

Fuck that shit you talkin'
that shit that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you
Fuck that 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 wit you I got whodi
Peepin' the scene, so don't test me, ho don't try me, I stay
Yo shirt be, so damn heavy, I snipe yo ass like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve, so ho take it outside
Revolver tucked in my pocket, I'm feelin' in my ride
Bussin' is my specialty, one like me, you will never see
Ho you know I'm wit M.O.B, wanna buck? It's G

Keep on poppin', I'ma show you how deep we are
Ya'll thank 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 we runnin' thangs
Ain't got no time for lames, 'bout that money, mayne
Just watch me spray some flames, get up, release some
I sixteen in the clip and one off in the chamber

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

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

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

What's up
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