Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

We on the grind in
All the time, it
on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin'

We on the in Georgia
All the time, it
Nothin' on my mind but
We ain't playin'

Country name, slang
Fiends at the liquor
Lac Cruisin', crap
50 on the 10 to 4, the forecast
Shows clouds plenty dro
And we for war in the state of Georgia

Dirty words, birds
It's in this dirty south
You disrespect it
And we'll clean out dirty mouth

Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is
You gotta be in the state of Georgia
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on mobile phone
And tell you need help in the middle of Georgia

We some ATL thrashers, your pumpkin' and smash ya
We'll through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they get or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Tech in the state of Georgia

We on the grind in
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but Georgia
We ain't playin'

We on the grind in
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but Georgia
We playin' witcha

I'm from the home of the neck
Black eyed peas, turnip and greens
We the on the corn
Dirtier than Bob pee pee

GA, the peach state, we stay
My city's called Albany Georgia
country like catfish with grits
Candy and chitlins
homemade baked biscuits

The land of classical and Impala super sports
in the peach cobbler called Georgia
I love the out in L.A.
And the stores in New York
The in MIA
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red

Look on your map, we right above Florida, to Bama
Under the and Tennesse, you'll see Georgia
Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin Luther

Where ass so plump and are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on
where your going or your get lost
Found on plum trees in the south
These will tomahawk your top down here in Georgia

We on the in Georgia
All the time, it
Nothin' on my mind but
We ain't playin'

We on the grind in
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but Georgia
We playin' witcha

Now I was born in the of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint jelly on pirelliz
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm in the trap

Country as hell, they some
some to spray something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of County
In a small city called Georgia

Where use to call us some bamas
And now they the grammar
Watch yo unless you out for some manner
of hustlers run on every corner
Like the Waffle house in

R.I.P out in Savannah Georgia
Now you come for vacation
Leave on probation, of the strip club
Known for the girls
Where the put tips in the tip cup
Of thick chick in a with a big butt

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in
When you see them confederate flags, you know it is
Your folks picked cotton here, why we call it 'the field'
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm GA, GA, Georgia

We on the grind in
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but Georgia
We ain't playin'

We on the grind in
All the time, it
Nothin' on my but Georgia
We ain't playin'

Georgia,
Georgia,