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

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

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

This for all them real nigga
Yeah for all them real, bitches yaknowhamsayin'?
My brothers money out here yaknowhamsayin'?
Real underground lovin' muh'fuckers, get the buck
Yaknahmtalkin''bout? Yeah,

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

Heavy weighters, poetry creators
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game
Can't us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers fuck wit' what we bust

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

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

through, one deep, heat in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggaz might try and a made man
rap fans, followin' my rap van
Wanna get a hug, wanna shake a playa

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

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

Leave the rest of them, way in the
Weak-ass rappers get like a sack
Fat Boy did that, nobody help me
MJ to the G

Do you really wanna get
Then the truth, I don't give a fuck
Each day is a blessin', I'ma it up
Put ya best fit in the cleaner
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the like Leana

I never seen a, party than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we done won
We hit the scene all the women start 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 killer now? Tell me who's the dude?

the one who ain't afraid to let the bullets fly?
If you know you ain't gon' use it, why you it why?
Do you really wanna me and do time?
And ya kids and ya girlfriend left behind?

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

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

Do you wanna hit the sauna
With some bitches and
Sailboats offa the of California
Getcha game as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't than us, ghetto performers

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

One of the hardest niggaz that you will ever
Two of the hardest niggaz to bust over
It's all real, fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete just can't compete

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

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

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

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

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