Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

name, country slang
Fiends at the store
Lac Cruisin', shootin'
50 on the 10 to 4, overcast the
clouds from plenty dro
And we for war in the state of Georgia

words, dirty birds
It's mean in dirty south
You ever it
And we'll clean out your dirty

Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is
You be brave in the state of Georgia
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 somebody you need help in the middle of Georgia

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

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

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

I'm from the of the neck bones
Black eyed peas, turnip and greens
We the on the corn
Dirtier than Bob pee pee

GA, the peach state, where we
My small city's called Albany
Pecan country like with grits
yams and chitlins
Gram's homemade biscuits

The of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the cobbler called Georgia
I love the out in L.A.
And the shopping in New York
The in MIA
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red

Look on map, we right above Florida, next to Bama
Under the and Tennesse, you'll see Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight
The of Martin Luther King

Where ass so plump and are thick
Lac trucks sit on 26's
Know your going or your get lost
Found on these plum trees in the
choppas will tomahawk your top down here in Georgia

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

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

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

Country as hell, they some
Told to spray something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of Dougherty
In a small called Albany Georgia

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

R.I.P Camoflauge out in Savannah
Now you come for vacation
Leave on probation, home of the strip
Known for the thick
the chicks put tips in the tip cup
Of thick chick in a thong a big butt

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

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

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

Georgia,
Georgia,