Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia... Bush

This song here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost of New Orleans... we call him this

[Ray sample:] Georgia.........

This song is dedicated to the one wit the
Thick white skin and his eyes blue
So beef wit you know who
it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we through
Had the niggas sittin on top roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they tellin y'all lies on the
The people smiling like everythin cool
But I know people died in that pool
I people that died in them schools
Now what is the to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta
Now it's on to and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)
They tell you what they want, show you they want you to see
But don't let you know what's really goin on
Make it look like a lotta stealin on
Boy them cops is killas in my
Nigga shot in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just to eat
Man fuck the and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why they steady
Why wasn't they able to control
I know fok' that live by the levee
that keep on me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
1965, I too young to know this
That was Johnson now
but it's (Geeoorrggiiaa)

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We from a town (Georgia)
drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still prayin ya
cryin but (Georgia)
Aint nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia)

I was in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they sayin you gotta have if you tryin to come back
Niggas thinkin it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we from (Geeoorrggiaa)
Noooww it's dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it
And the children have been scarred, no ones here to bout em
And fash out, to all the rappers that out
Yea we like it they callin y'all, but president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know it is
A cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna no dollas, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, us a pound
if a nigga still movin then he holdin it down
I had two Jags, but I both them bi-tch-es
I'm N.O. the N.O. Yea!

[Chorus] like ta poop

([DJ Drama:] oh yea, you we was done? Naw)

YEA!
Money money get a dollar and a dick
Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm
to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a muthafuckin
I'ma trip to and buy some brand new shit
Nine to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a
a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cause, keep the reaper off me
I a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm never talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three
Like fuck another nigga, nigga don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga don't be retarded
We done everythin and you lookin like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart
I'm the rapper in the game no argin (arguing)

And I ever write, pause
this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com log in
Put a under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the nigga ballin
Mike Jordan, pardon my
Even my rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it two houses in Miami
I can't to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the
Everybody woman wanna be da boy diva, not
There's a 305 dime I wanted since I seen her
Got a topic of evenin, hotter than a tub steamin
Gotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day Trina
sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl drivin, do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still
Spend a condo and a club, one won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew,
And bring me that Patrone, I don't
No ice I my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm
I wish a come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rov
Cash Money, Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold animal from Hollygrove
mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby these hos
pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizin for a show and the
So either Drama is my nigga, or boy got doe
Go figure my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If else want it, sixty thousand a verse