Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody Can Get It

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

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

Hoes, hoes, money,
Mr. Whup-Ass done in the do'
(Bone crusher)
Bring the pain, to 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 grass and see what's up
Y'all about me, Mr. Streetsweep
soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily

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

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

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

I sit at the bar and tear up hundred 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 nature
Triple beams and and T-Mobile paint ya
myself, I need to stop pushin' hop
I need to pushin' hop so I can buy a WingStop

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

Old soft-ass, medicated, nigga
You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dot
Bust a head dot com, on mine, hit the
And don't back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's from the Valle-Jo
Still like I'm po', beotch

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

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

Reason to play with me, bitch I'm sayin'
You don't 'less that tec-9 sprayin' yo' ass
Glass in your home boy, thinkin' you fast
I mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body
Then you out, I pray to God for peace

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

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

And there you 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,
Trust that, beotch,