Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

Drunken style ... drunk style
Give me yo clothes, me your gold
me all the money you owe right now

[Brother
Don't like to thank so I heavy
Dump slugs out the Chevy, armed and deadly
I'm takin from punks who want funk
Treat em like put em in the trunk
I his splines makin sure all my shits clean
Than seem like a wolverine a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo block corner everybody duck
Runnin tires the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin
Pushin buttons, warn them bustas
... See I was just a baby when I first got
Hit the bracin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with syphilis dicks
Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cut
Heat em up, flops get rocked up that coke stuff
I no jokester, prankster, real gangster
Shit from that that brought you the Season of the Sicc
that was my tightest shit besides this
Don't get me wrong song is a hit
who made this?
Funk baid away you suckers ain't payin
You stayin tight, up in zip locks every night
And my mama fed me right
We was broke so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha chump
it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you

style nigga
So give me you clothes, give me yo
me all the money you owe right now [x4]

Comin soon you hear more buy my shit,