Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

(Scratching) 'get
This Philly cat back with blackmatics
Pop up the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) down'
Two you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM

I'll smack you in the grill or you'll the 45 harding
45 of football stitches, look ya'll bitches (Black)
Bullets in and out the spot
you so skinny you can, in and out of rain drop
Skinny a smoker in and out of cain spots
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the pot
Mac with the block could at any cause
Ran through bricks like Russel and Lady Boss
(Man) hustle, quick to bust you 380 toss
You escape hell, 357 with 8 shells
38 six shots
Get ya stopped, get ya clique got
Get ya hot, you could get swat
You could get cops, niggaz get ya mopped
Hit ya block two semis and say gimme
Lay everybody on the ground and take plenty
This pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

(Scratching) down'
This Philly cat back them blackmatics
Pop up the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) down'
Two you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM

This Philly cat back on a mission, out the
Back at it, with blackmatics
One Mac eleven, one
A line up four buck tears for one
three basins of tears from one widow
50 back to back with stick-up windows
Hollow points clap Mac sittin' em in you
Nurses gotta cut ya getting out you
Disable niggaz get staples and patch you
Shift over ya liver and able to you
you niggz tubes and cables to spit out through
You know the rules of I gotta out you
(Shit) how you want it We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya fucking stomach out
Dig this the shits on, get gone
I'm rated PG, pull gone

(Scratching) 'get
This Philly cat back with them
Pop up with the gun in ya fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get
Two guns you know, eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM

You know Sigel play with eagles, niggaz don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty birds like
of niggaz where ya corners at
Get a whop, take a quarter back, a half back you do the math black
Aint no warnin' black, when Im wearin' mask
Over the braids two like Warren Sapp
prosperity back to the hood like Buck Jay
Turn ya block to slump day, who want
All you niggaz pennies add up to one thing my
Hollows holla, class trip to satan with flyer mileage
Guess who the pillot? DOA Airlines, on arrival
Flatline you, no survivers cant find you
Kennedy Jr. you kidding me Jr
You way out ya
Slow up pump ya shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed

(Scratching) down'
This cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) down'
Two guns you know, eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM