Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

Georgia,
Georgia,

We on the grind in
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 ain't playin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The land of Caprices and Impala super sports
in the peach cobbler called Georgia
I love the out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New
The in MIA
But ain't nothin' 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 hips are
Where Lac sit on 26's
Know where your or your get lost
on these plum trees in the south
These choppas will tomahawk top down here in Georgia

We on the grind in
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 playin' witcha

Now I was born in the belly of the of the map
Where the wet paint jelly on pirelliz
And the on the Chevy when I'm choppin in the trap

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

Where they use to call us some
And now they the grammar
Watch yo mouth unless you out for manner
of hustlers run on every corner
Like the house in Atlanta

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

When it gettin' on, won't be when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off freaknik, down here in Georgia
When you see them 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 witcha

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

Georgia,
Georgia,