Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
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 but Georgia
We playin' witcha

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

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

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

We some ATL thrashers, scope pumpkin' and smash ya
We'll come through your hood than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who robbers gonna hit
why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of 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
on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin'

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

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

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

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

Where ass so and hips are thick
Where Lac sit on 26's
Know where your going or your get
Found on these plum in the south
These choppas tomahawk your top down here in Georgia

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

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

Now I was born in the of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint 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 shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of Dougherty
In a small city Albany Georgia

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

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

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

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

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

Georgia,
Georgia,