Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'em

They for the kid to say lay, yeah

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

Get 'em

My is the truth I get in the booth
And spitting like I'm missing a tooth
You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the
Sip the orange juice mixed with the
Or shots of the yak, I got gats could lift up a moose
with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get bitches than Luke when I run the block
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 come the blow
But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with thangs
Run up on you with the gun in the
The collar coat hold a hundred and
You wanna get busy, come get me, I'll you cats
'Cus I the knife and I marry my gat

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A yo my flow sick I need an
Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as
It's blue but it's see-through like
I get the cream on the strip with the fiends
So go and get your
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a or a nick of green
And I don't talk to hoes like I'm Mr. Bean
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 I'll sell a a dream
let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and her jeans
And that ass, hurt that ass
Cass you how to work that ass
And I ain't my boy Kells in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip making fish scale galore

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I'm still acting a fool, a tool
Went back to the dude before I was with the and the jewels
I don't feel right if I ain't with the tool
But give me a gat and I'm cool 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 cats like, "Damn yo what happened to dude?"
Listen homey, if I'm hungry get jacked for your food

I'm back on the move, back on the
I'm a natural born hustler, I just to rhyme
Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get
But hard to predict the shit happen sometimes
Cats jacking my lines, my style
But there no perpetrators aloud
If you die then you testify when I take it to trial
You can hate it, I take it and smile

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