Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody Can Get It

When a walk up in the club, I mean, I mean
And a nigga be 70
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin' hang over 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 pull your up
Don't think you won't get touched, bitch

I'm in grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in grill now, bitch what 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. Whup-Ass done in the do'
(Bone crusher)
Bring the pain, to skull
Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all want is a hug

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

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

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

Bitch, nigga, what the up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull 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 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 sit at the bar and up hundred dollar bills
My car, my Hummer got 26 rims
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 and T-Mobile paint ya
Told myself, I need to stop hop
I need to stop pushin' hop so I can buy a

My hyenas be bustin' 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
a head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'
And come back 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 that you won't get touched, bitch

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

Reason to play with me, look bitch I'm
You listen '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 out, I pray to God for peace

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

You want war, you get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my
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 sprayed up, nigga

And you have 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, Banner
And Belafonte, pimpskillet
that, beotch, beotch