Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Really? (f/ MJG)

Yeah, it's time to get crunked up in this
You know I'm talkin' about
Yeah, and MJG, for my real niggaz
Layin' it down for all my real

Yeah, uh
get it crunk up in this bitch
ya at?
Where ya at huh? Where ya at
Where ya at? Where ya at

This for all them real nigga
Yeah for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches
My brothers gettin' money out yaknowhamsayin'?
Real underground lovin' muh'fuckers, get the buck
Yeah, yeah

MJ, G up in yo shit like some paper
Get fresh wit' me nigga I'ma it later
You'll float backside up in a swamp of
Then a snack-sized nigga, formerly a hater

Heavy weighters, street creators
Double-barrel for you pimp game perpetrators
touch us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass can't fuck wit' what we bust

Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, do you really get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Roll through, one deep, in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggaz try and touch a made man
Crazy rap fans, my rap van
Wanna get a hug, wanna a playa hand

Smoke somethin', I'm a for the sticky green
My whole team, it clean like a pinky ring
like a scene in Cabrini Green
Plenty green get a young anything

Excursion, escalade the big rims
suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' pills like a eatin' M&M's
Shoppin' deals at the table wit the best of

the rest of them, way in the back
Weak-ass rappers get smoked a sack
Fat Boy did that, didn't nobody me
MJ to the G

Do you really get buck?
Then tell the truth, I give a fuck
day is a blessin', I'ma live it up
Put ya south fit in the cleaner
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the like Leana

I never seen a, party crunker the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we done won
We hit the scene all the women swarmin' in
I like I died, went to heaven and born again

tight, MJ fuckin' G
Death wish meant for touchin' me
I'ma hit the dancefloor a attitude
Who's the now? Tell me who's the badder dude?

Who's the one who afraid to let the bullets fly?
If you know you gon' use it, why you pull it why?
Do you really wanna kill me and do
And leave ya kids and ya girlfriend left

Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Do you wanna hit the sauna
With bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the beaches of
Getcha tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto

roamers, still keepin' the heat on us
Corner on a nice day, nigga thought I'd warn ya
and MJG, we the buckest
Dope nigga, roll us up in the Duchess

One of the hardest niggaz that you ever meet
Two of the hardest niggaz to bust over
It's all real, never fantasy or
Incomplete emcees can't compete

Hear defeat, I'm elite I grab a sheet
Grab a pen and compose what my life
Fuck what a nigga stole still roll
Fifty deep, fifty feet from you hoes

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get
Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my

Whoa, do you really get crunk?
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my

Whoa, do you really wanna get
Hey, do you wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my