Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'em

They ready for the kid to say lay,

This the boy man
And I'm feeling like a red nose we just let out the cage man
I'm ready to bite one of you at any given moment

Get 'em

My is the truth I get in the booth
And start spitting like I'm missing a
You listening duke, I'm the coupe, lifting the roof
Sip the orange juice mixed with the
Or shots of the yak, I got gats that lift up a moose
with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches than Luke when I run the
Fiends scream, "I rock, I wanna rock, ock"

I'm right in the curb, white and the
And I got a nice price on the birds, you might could get
You come with the doe, I with the blow
But if you don't come with the change I'm a with them thangs
Run up on you the gun in the dickie
The collar hold a hundred and fifty
You wanna get busy, get me, I'll bury you cats
'Cus I the knife and I marry my gat

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em

A yo my flow sick I need an
Both of my wrists gleam and my just as mean
blue but it's see-through like Listerine
I get the cream on the strip with the fiends
So go and get team
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a a nicotine or a nick of green
And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr.
I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr.

And I might pop her off if the is mean
I got some stories I can tell sell a chick a dream
I'll let her sip a liquor, let her hit the green
Then I'm a her blouse and unzip her jeans
And merk that ass, hurt ass
Cass show you how to that ass
And I with my boy Kells in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip making sells scale galore

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em

I'm still acting a fool, a tool
Went back to the dude before I was the black and the jewels
I don't right if I ain't strapped with the tool
But me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze
And I'll at you dudes, I ain't scrapping you dudes
I'm kind of and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use
I'll have cats like, "Damn yo happened to dude?"
Listen homey, if I'm you'll get jacked for your food

I'm on the move, back on the grind
I'm a natural born hustler, I happened to rhyme
Who would of ever thought be the cat to get signed
But life to predict the shit happen sometimes
Cats my lines, taking my style
But there no perpetrators aloud
If you die then you can't testify when I take it to
You can hate it, I take it and smile

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
'em

Get 'em
Get 'em

Get 'em
'em