Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

Country name, slang
at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin', shootin'
50 on the 10 to 4, the forecast
clouds from plenty dro
And we ready for war in the state of

Dirty words, birds
It's mean in this dirty
You ever it
And we'll out your dirty mouth

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

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

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

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

I'm from the home of the neck
Black peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the
Dirtier Bob Marley's pee pee

GA, the state, where we stay
My small called Albany Georgia
Pecan country like with grits
yams and chitlins
Gram's baked biscuits

The land of classical Caprices and Impala sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler Georgia
I love the out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New
The in MIA
But they ain't nothin' like GA red clay

on your map, we right above Florida, next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, see Georgia
Where Gladys and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin Luther

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

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

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

Now I was born in the belly of the of the map
the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz
And the on the Chevy when I'm choppin in the trap

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

Where they use to call us some
And now jockin' the grammar
Watch yo mouth you out for some manner
of hustlers run on every corner
Like the house in Atlanta

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

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

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

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

Georgia,
Georgia,