Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Your 40 Out

Yeahhhh
Its D12 up in this
you how we get crunk and wild in this motherfucka'
get crunk in detroit too nigga
so da fuck out

Pour 40 out. (Guzzle It)
(8x)
Bitch!!!

We up
Let us in the
One of n|ggas gon' catch a slug (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could for a month
Any poppin shit go to the trunk
D12 start shit nigga get us
7 Mile Runyon, niggas wit us
Cause all my niggas is that shit
Ain't got no with smackin no bitch
I'll have my wife cut your
Blunts, gans, all we smoke
Wild the out stab you with a knife
D12 nigga we ready to fuckin' fight

Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this in the throat
You know the po-po won't let me hold them no mo'
I just cut three people, you be number fo'
If you don't back the fuck up and get the up off the flo'
My crew is over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we in and you goin' home
Security that can't stop us because they know,
Runyon soldiers hold it down wherever we go
on our 40's and holdin our 44's
We come with toasters like we opened saving's and loans
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we our own
So grab whatever you on and let's get it on!

We deep as a fuck, we to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club to get jumped
I settle my vendettas AK's, Berettas
We don't to be in here with our weapons but still they let us
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt
Broken beer bottles, when we in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, niggas crying, bleeding, you retreating
Run your car and skatin off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your
You the why your peoples is pourin they 40's out
Dozen 'wildin, beatin niggas bloodied
And you gon' have to out a keg for all your homies

I was raised by drunks, so I a drunk
80 Proof on this that's the name I want
I'm in the to beef you gotta murder me then
Only talk to a with burgundy hair
On the Isle in the bumpin' seven deuce
See the top on that 40 you know comin' loose
See me on the Ave. we runnin' this shit
If chick get loud I g-money that bitch
Packin mags and clips I'll your clique
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the
Smoking weed drinkin' Henny, Remy, in that
Don't worry if we run out the store got plenty