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

name, country slang
Fiends at the store
Lac Cruisin', shootin'
50 on the 10 to 4, the forecast
clouds from plenty dro
And we for war in the state of Georgia

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

Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is
You be brave 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 your dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile
And tell somebody you need help in the of Georgia

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

We on the grind in
All the time, it
on my mind 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 neck
eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the
than Bob Marley's pee pee

GA, the state, where we stay
My small city's called Georgia
Pecan country like catfish grits
Candy yams and
Gram's homemade baked

The of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
in the peach cobbler called Georgia
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 your map, we right above Florida, next to
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, you'll see
Where Gladys Knights and the Train
The of Martin Luther King

Where ass so plump and are thick
Where Lac sit on 26's
Know where your or your get lost
on these 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 witcha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Georgia,
Georgia,