Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

Once again up in south from my motherfucking mouth
and up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
on these tracks like fags and drag queens
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

Chorus: What, (in background)
Now drop dem

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

I afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from stacking six
Now you hating on me, because my so tight
And could you be mad I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga that hoe
I'm the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' up, now what's up

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

Now if the club y'all from wall to wall
And everybody to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least ain't acting
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' is crunk
Put hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for 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 haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you on dropping
for my

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

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