Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody Can Get It

When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean, I
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 give a fuck how much money you got nigga
about how you outsmart the next nigga

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

I'm in grill now, nigga what 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

Hoes, hoes, money,
Mr. Whup-Ass done in the do'
(Bone crusher)
the pain, to your 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 it to the grass and we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me, Mr.
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with

I'm amazin', I bring the heat
Pull the 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' niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to
As the crowd go ah-ooh aah you know you fucked up
They don't see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers, this A-T-L

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

I sit at the bar and tear up dollar bills
My car, my Hummer got 26 rims
I'm a star on my 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
Told myself, I to stop pushin' hop
I to stop 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 they collapsin'
Trick I see you and yo' partners
and scammin' and plottin'

Old soft-ass, medicated, nigga
You're out of line I told you befo' it's dubya dot
a head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'
And don't come no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the
rappin' like 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 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'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I to
But is it it is the question that I ask you
To blast your
And is you bleedin', only to Satan a damn good

Reason to play me, look bitch I'm sayin'
You listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin' yo' ass
Glass breakin' in your home boy, thinkin' you
I mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body
you pass out, I pray to God for peace

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

You war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my
A couple slugs bitch you give me a hug
Real gangster niggaz raise up, y'all sticky niggaz blaze up
Or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch

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

Don't act you can't get touched, peeyimp
Yeah, my dude Crusher
(That's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, David
And E-40 Belafonte,
that, beotch, beotch