Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

Country name, slang
at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin', crap
50 on the 10 to 4, overcast the
Shows clouds plenty dro
And we ready for war in the of Georgia

Dirty words, dirty
It's mean in this south
You ever it
And we'll clean out dirty mouth

is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the of Georgia
I got 5 Georgia homes where I my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you help in the middle of Georgia

We ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin' and smash ya
We'll come through hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they get or who them robbers 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 playin'

I'm from the home of the bones
Black peas, turnip and collard greens
We the on the corn
Dirtier Bob Marley's pee pee

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

The of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called
I the women 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 Carolinas and Tennesse, see Georgia
Where Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin Luther

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

We on the in Georgia
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

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 in the trap

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

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

R.I.P Camoflauge out in Georgia
Now you might come for
Leave on probation, home of the strip
Known for the thick
Where the put tips in the tip cup
Of thick chick in a thong with a big

When it gettin' on, be cheap when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in
you see them confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks cotton here, that why we call 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 but Georgia
We playin' witcha

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

Georgia,
Georgia,