Luyện nghe bài hát Get Crunk

Once again up in that south from my mouth
and creeping up on y'all like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always those hits
We straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, it crunk

What, [in background]
Now dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]

Nigga bout to turn out the show
up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with looking round
It's lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us dem' boz and craters
While done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
just reckless, from GA to Texas
And it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
From a called T-town be down in the south
Where dem' throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we 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 T-town to all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be a club ain't crunk in this manner
I stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

I can't afford bigger, how ya'
that you gone stop me stacking six figures
Now you on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I ya' wife
it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now up

Now are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys
Now is these really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem'

Now if the club packed y'all from to wall
And trying to ball, coz sizing all
nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' is crunk
Put cha' in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn daily
When the a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, the front to the back
with the and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and
Now dem' keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner you keep on dropping
for my

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

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That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the talk
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