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 that shit you nigga
When I see yo ass nigga, how shit gon pop off
This how shit gon go down here on out nigga
So we gotta tell ya'll niggas, to wake the up
Cy co Black, let 'em

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

Fuck that that you talkin'
Fuck that shit that you
Fuck that shit you talkin'
that shit 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 nigga to come and try me
that nigga to walk my street
Watch me it back and let go
up popular, he's a fuck nigga
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 shit and I don't play games, ATL be my domain
Creep yo cast and yo ass, so fuck that shit you talkin' mayne

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 betta

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

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

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

Keep on poppin', show you just how deep we are
Ya'll niggas thank yall 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 for lames, just 'bout that money, mayne
Just watch me spray flames, get up, release some anger
I keep in the clip and one off in the chamber

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

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

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

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