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

Bitch, nigga, what the up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go your skirts 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, bitch what you do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
Don't think that you won't get touched,

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

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

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

Grindin' 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, the fuck's 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, what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, bitch you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
Don't 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 star on my of the earth, I bleed the block
Promethazine, codeine, and hubba rock

Million dollar dreams and fiends and of that nature
Triple beams and things and T-Mobile ya
Told myself, I need to stop hop
I need to 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 like collapsin'
Trick I see you and yo' laughin'
and scammin' and plottin'

Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass
You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dot
Bust a head dot com, on mine, hit the
And come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh the Valle-Jo
Still rappin' 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 what you do?
I'm in grill now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
think that you won't get touched, bitch

I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I to
But is it worth it is the 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 'less that tec-9 sprayin' yo' ass
Glass in your home boy, thinkin' you fast
I never 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 don't listen 'less I'm and bustin' the shit
You keep beggin' and give it to ya you bitch
In your face, your back, chest, neck and lungs

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

And you have it
(And there you 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
Trust that, beotch,