Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

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

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

(Scratching) 'get
This Philly cat back with them
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! Click

Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, playing blackmatics
One Mac eleven, one
A line up four tears for one bredren
Leave three of tears from one widow
50 Cars to back with stick-up windows
Hollow clap from Mac sittin' em in you
Nurses cut ya back getting out you
niggaz get staples and shit patch you
Shift over ya liver and able to you
Leave you tubes and cables to spit out through
You the rules of engagement I gotta out you
(Shit) how you it dog? We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya fucking sitting out
Dig this when the on, get gone
I'm rated PG, on-get gone

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

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

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