Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'em

They for the kid to say lay, yeah

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

Get 'em

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

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

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A yo my flow sick I an antihistamine
of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean
It's blue but see-through like Listerine
I get the cream on the strip fucking with the
So go and get team
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a a nicotine or a nick of green
And I talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean
I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr.

And I pop her off if the chick is mean
I got some stories I can tell I'll a chick a dream
I'll let her sip a liquor, let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and her jeans
And that ass, hurt that ass
Cass show you how to work 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 like the mac or the
And I'll clap at you dudes, I ain't scrapping you
I'm of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use
I'll have cats like, "Damn yo what 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 just to rhyme
Who would of ever thought be the cat to get signed
But life hard to predict the shit happen
Cats jacking my lines, taking my
But there ain't no perpetrators
If you die you can't testify when I take it to trial
You can hate it, I take it and smile

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