Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

Country name, slang
Fiends at the liquor
Lac Cruisin', shootin'
50 on the 10 to 4, the forecast
Shows 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 we'll clean out your mouth

is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the of Georgia
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my bones
anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on 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 worse a tsunami disaster
Don't who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of

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
on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin'

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

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

The land of classical Caprices and Impala super
in the peach cobbler called Georgia
I the women 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 right above Florida, to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, see Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight
The birthplace of Martin Luther

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

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 but Georgia
We ain't playin'

Now I was born in the of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip on pirelliz
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm in the trap

as hell, they some warriors
Told some to spray something the same shape as
Lookin' for me boy, ya me, out of Dougherty County
In a small city called Albany

Where use to call us some bamas
And now they jockin' the
Watch yo unless you out for some manner
of hustlers run on every corner
Like the Waffle house in

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

When it on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off freaknik, down here in Georgia
When you see them confederate flags, you 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 but Georgia
We ain't witcha

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

Georgia,
Georgia,