Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody Can Get It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My young hyenas be bustin' guns, and pistol packin'
Smokin' so much 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 you once 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 E-4-oh from the Valle-Jo
Still rappin' I'm po', beotch

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

I'm in your grill now, what you gon' do?
I'm in your now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, what you gon' do?
Don't think that you 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 punk-ass
And is you bleedin', only to give a damn good

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

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

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

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