Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

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

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

Country name, country
Fiends at the 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, birds
It's mean in dirty south
You ever it
And clean out your dirty mouth

Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is
You gotta be brave in the state of
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia
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 some ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin' and ya
We'll come through your hood worse a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Tech in the state of Georgia

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

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

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

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

The land of classical and Impala super 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

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

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

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

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

Now I was in the belly of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip jelly on
And the chrome on the Chevy I'm choppin in the trap

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

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

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

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like
Make a chick it off like freaknik, down here in Georgia
When you see 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 GA, GA, Georgia

We on the in Georgia
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 but Georgia
We playin' witcha

Georgia,
Georgia,