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 let his motherfuckin' scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a walk by on your
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, 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, what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, bitch you gon' do?
I'm in your now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't think you won't get touched, bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass
You're out of I told you once befo' it's dubya dot
Bust a head dot com, on mine, hit the
And don't come no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's 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
Don't think that you get touched, bitch

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

I'ma a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it it is the question that I ask you
To blast punk-ass
And is you bleedin', only to Satan a damn good

Reason to play with me, look I'm sayin'
You don't listen 'less that sprayin' yo' ass
Glass breakin' in your home boy, thinkin' you
I mash out, 'til the iron smack 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 listen 'less I'm cussin' and bustin' the shit
You beggin' and I'ma 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, ain't no hoe in my
A couple bitch you thugs'll give me a hug
gangster niggaz raise up, y'all 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 E-40 Belafonte,
that, beotch, beotch