Luyện nghe bài hát Get at me

Yea
Real nigga
Huh
You got a problem
Get at me

Bitch get at me, yea
Bitch get at me, yea
Bitch get at me, yea
nigga get at me, huh
I'm my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)
I'm my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)
I'm my gang, yea (wave yo flag)
I'm my gang, yea (wave yo flag)
nigga get at me, yea

I get me the thing in my belt
I look at the through my Gucci glasses
I carry a burden, my bag
You give forty two stacks, you can that
I got the soda in my frigerator
I got the ziplock in my cabinet
I'm with thugger in that new whip
We see our then we stop in traffic
nigga get at me!

Mama ain't raised no
But if you owe me you pay yo balance
The niggas, they so valid
You a deadbeat shooter, man enough to raise yo ratchet
Screamin you the best but you ain't no
I got a bird in my paw and it no parrot
Big homie, ain't yo status
I got clips on my hip and they ain't no malice

I be in the club bottles up
We getting money, I be where them be
Bitch boy say wanna do something
But never ever get at me
If I the heads up I'm on Lafayette
It hard to find Mr. Maggy
Bitch boy say they wanna do
But they ever get at me
nigga get at me!

Pop hammers, fly clothes wearer
IPhone 5 cameras, my got clearer
Grind hella, scrambler, I am a wise planner
None of drop grammar like the men in my mirror
Yacht seller, blamer, cop scarer
Turn this track to a deadbeat like a man who buy Pampers
Cursed like a song bitch, goddamner
Man I run shit, like my plans, so tell em get at me