Luyện nghe bài hát Gette'm Crunk

Ah yeah, y'all know time it is
Tear the up boys back up in this motherfucker
Y'all know time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'

Y'all can't this motherfuckin' shit
on for the '97 motherfucker
Nine nickel in two
Ain't no toms was a words clearly biiootch
We do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis...

Knicca]
I rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs, (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, around the corner
Then I holler at your women, the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, get him can you feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the
Itchin' for a killin' for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' mine
As I to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
his ass before he got to the door

2x

[Lord
up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of feet on the floor
So get ultra and buck in hoe
get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' from the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, to blow up the

Name was the Triple 6, end of the world we can enter bitch (...?...)
Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so break out
So people (...?...) like the war started and now

J]
I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin'
Nigga's killa all the time but ain't did shit
Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you do
Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder
Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my hangs, strapped
With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the
Bring the game, nigga we get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early

2x

[Gangsta
Now it's time to get buck wild, on that Chris Style
While my nigga Paul and rowdy head to funkytown
Baby come and get it
What's up, what you scared or
Loddy, party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
Fuck the police bitch, you can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they want to join this shit
We get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big

[DJ
to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine and a couple of pennies
My clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You know the break the law but that was '95
Styles worldwide hoes realize
Chris got the but they ain't dead yet
The 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk