Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

Once up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag
And shitting on you busters like I ate some beans

Buster me and me's clicks, making those hits
We never straight jam no busters our no tricks
Getting in from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it

What, What (in background)
Now dem boes'

boes' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance screaming GA hoe
Flipping and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it putting it all up on the line
no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All niggas what they made us from dem' boes and craters
While lame dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground we dwell, the hell with hip hop
just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' I see
The mo' hating try me
Big trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
>From a place called T-town deep in the south
Where dem' players throw boes and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump
through yo' when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Peter
T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a ain't crunk in this manner
I stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all get it crunk and drop dem boes, drop dem boes

I can't bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me stacking six figures
Now you on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga that hoe
I'm the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and to buck
I'm off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up

Now are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to
hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on dope boys dick
Now is hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop boes'

Now if the club packed from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and
Some haters off in there, but at they ain't acting
You got cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn daily
the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boes and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, the front to the back
the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you some love
and fill a up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a
the beats is rockin', so partner you keep on dropping
for my

Now now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me

Bridge: (until fade)
That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit
(repeat 7X)