Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

We on the grind in
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

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

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

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

We ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin' and smash ya
We'll come your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who 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 witcha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I was born in the of the bottom 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 some to something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of County
In a small city called Albany

Where they use to call us bamas
And now they the grammar
Watch yo mouth unless you out for some
Bunch of hustlers run on every
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 girls
Where the chicks put 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 like freaknik, here in Georgia
When you see them flags, you know what it is
Your folks picked here, that why we call it 'the field'
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm GA, GA, 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 playin' witcha

Georgia,
Georgia,