Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody Can Get It

When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean, I
And a nigga be 70
But if a let his motherfuckin' scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's how you outsmart the next nigga

Bitch, nigga, what the up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched,

I'm in grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you do?
Don't think that you won't get touched,

Hoes, hoes, money,
Mr. Whup-Ass stepped in the do'
(Bone crusher)
the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggaz don't a fight, all y'all want is a hug

bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Let's it to the grass and we'll see what's up
Y'all about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with

I'm amazin', I bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the if he fuckin' with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky &
don't act like you can't get touched

Grindin' niggaz bows up and we 'em to dust
As the crowd go aah 'cause you know you fucked up
don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers, A-T-L nigga

Bitch, nigga, what the up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go your skirts up
Don't think you won't get touched, bitch

I'm in grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you do?
Don't think you won't get touched, bitch

I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar
My car, my got 26 inch rims
I'm a on my side of the earth, I bleed the block
Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba

dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature
Triple beams and things and paint ya
Told myself, I need to stop hop
I to stop pushin' hop so I can buy a WingStop

My young hyenas be bustin' guns, mashin' and pistol
Smokin' so much 'dro that our lungs feel they collapsin'
Trick I see you and yo' laughin'
Jaw-jackin' and scammin' and

Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass
You're out of line I told you once befo' dubya dot
Bust a dot com, on mine, hit the flo'
And don't come no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh the Valle-Jo
rappin' like I'm po', beotch

Bitch, nigga, what the up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your up
Don't think you won't get touched, bitch

I'm in your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you do?
I'm in your grill now, what you gon' do?
Don't think you won't get touched, bitch

I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I to
But is it it is the question that I ask you
To blast your
And is you bleedin', only to give Satan a damn

Reason to play me, look bitch I'm sayin'
You don't listen 'less that tec-9 yo' ass
Glass breakin' in your home boy, thinkin' you
I never mash out, the iron smack up yo' body
you pass out, I pray to God for peace

I done best to get my ass out of these streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin' and the shit
You beggin' and I'ma give it to ya you bitch
In face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs

You war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson
call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll me a hug
Real gangster niggaz raise up, y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz up
Or get yo' ass up, bitch nigga

And there you it
(And you have it)
can get it
(Anybody)

Don't act like you get touched, peeyimp
Yeah, my Bone Crusher
(That's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, David
And E-40 Belafonte,
that, beotch, beotch