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 up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next

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

I'm in your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, 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)
Bring the pain, to your
Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all want is a hug

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

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

niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-ooh aah you know you fucked up
They wanna 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 pull your up
Don't think that you get touched, bitch

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

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

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

My young hyenas be guns, mashin' and pistol packin'
Smokin' so 'dro that our lungs feel like 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 once befo' it's dot
Bust a dot com, on mine, hit the flo'
And come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the
rappin' like I'm po', beotch

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

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

kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it is the question I ask you
To your punk-ass
And is you bleedin', only to give a damn good

to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin'
You don't listen 'less that sprayin' yo' ass
Glass breakin' in your boy, thinkin' you fast
I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo'
Then you pass out, I to God for peace

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

You want war, you get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood
A slugs bitch you thugs'll 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 there you it)
can get it
(Anybody)

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