Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'em

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

1: (uh, okay, uh)
We hit the club, gripping on the ol'
Purple in the air, middle finger to the (fuck 'em)
Then get a dub, I'm up the whole street
Tires like ya nigga's sitting on some slow lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, skipping ya old freak
Who swear to god I'm the nigga on the whole east (east)
Get the drift*(drift), the be pissed
I buy the bar and only leave water on the list
Prick, I'm the shit,(shit) and known in the (uh huh)
Prefer Cris' even though the Moe get me
So it's a rizzy, I'm it
Standing on the couches like I ain't got no in me
Huh, you can't stop it, I'm to crack
So the DJ it back like he borrowed the track
I ain't never had a problem with
I'm a in fact, a nigga really know a squad that can rap
'em go

2:
We get it poppin',(poppin') you know I'm from (harlem)
Everywhere I go them damn wanna come (come)
Cuz if them lil' ain't drooling on my 1s
the G's on the lace with the Gucci on the tongue
Hun, I'm gettin' bread, don't it wit' a crumb (cha ching)
But if I gots to reach up in this Louis then ya (blap)
Them Rugers'll get swung,*(swung)* you'll in a ditch (blap)
The cops'll to tape up the block like it's ripped
I'm so smooth but move the 'til it skid
fulla cheese like a mozzarella stick
Rocks on the wrist, yes I hella chips
Prepetual, I don't it if the watch got a tick
Shit, how could I if I'm hot like a strip
With the cops on a bitch knock you for bricks
Trick, watch ya lips or get dropped from a
Cuz I can get you off for a box kicks, like

3:
We keep the bar pissed, buying out the hard
make ya broad sit right under the armpit
She say the god sick, on the arm wrist
Ainlt harm shit but I her like a mob hit
A brick, biter every bar of piff
You heartless, you's a writer a start kit
I'm prick, stressin' 'em out
It's a mutha fukini drought 'til I step out the
I was a slouch, listen B, dog known
As the Royce to call it like a B-ball
Watch me breeze on chrome, the heat all shown
In my Dior own, this ain't D Hore homes,
Devoted to floss, it off
A boss, fresh to death like clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O that you brought, yo this cost
I tell 'em doze you'll get with the dough that you tossed
You go