Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

Country name, 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

Dirty words, birds
It's in this dirty south
You ever it
And clean out your dirty mouth

Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is
You gotta be brave in the state of
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia
Come anywhere on my and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile
And tell somebody you need help in the of Georgia

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

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

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

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

GA, the peach state, we stay
My small city's called Georgia
Pecan like catfish with grits
yams and chitlins
Gram's baked biscuits

The land of classical Caprices and Impala super
in the peach cobbler called Georgia
I love the out in L.A.
And the shopping in New York
The in MIA
But they nothin' like that GA red clay

Look on your map, we above Florida, next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, see Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Train
The birthplace of Martin King

ass so plump and hips are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on
Know where going or your get lost
Found on plum trees in the south
These choppas will tomahawk your top here in Georgia

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

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

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

Country as hell, some warriors
Told some to spray something the shape as Florida
for me boy, ya find me, out of Dougherty County
In a small city called Albany

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

R.I.P out in Savannah Georgia
Now you might for vacation
on probation, home of the strip club
Known for the girls
the chicks put tips in the tip cup
Of thick chick in a thong with a big

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like
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, that why we it 'the field'
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm from GA, GA,

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

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

Georgia,
Georgia,