Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody Can Get It

When a walk up in the club, I mean, I mean
And a be 70 Deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin' hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got
It's about how you outsmart the next

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

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

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

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

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

Grindin' niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to
As the crowd go ah-ooh aah 'cause you you fucked up
They don't see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't me, ask them Adamsvillers, this A-T-L nigga

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

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

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

Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that
Triple beams and things and T-Mobile ya
myself, I need to stop pushin' hop
I need to stop pushin' hop so I can buy a

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

Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass
You're out of line I told you befo' it's 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 from the
Still like I'm po', beotch

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 your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
I'm in your now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you do?
think that 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 good

Reason to play with me, look I'm sayin'
You listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin' yo' ass
Glass breakin' in your home boy, thinkin' you
I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo'
you pass out, I pray to God for peace

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

You want war, you will get it for Mr.
They call me really really doe, no hoe in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you give me a hug
Real gangster niggaz raise up, sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up
Or get yo' ass up, bitch nigga

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

Don't act like you get touched, peeyimp
Yeah, my dude Crusher
(That's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, Banner
And Belafonte, pimpskillet
Trust that, beotch,