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 to the police (fuck 'em)
get a dub, I'm skidding up the whole street
Tires lookin' like ya nigga's on some slow lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, skipping wit' ya old
Who swear to god I'm the flyest nigga on the east (east)
Get the drift*(drift), the party'll be
When I buy the bar and only leave water on the
Prick, I'm the shit,(shit) and known in the (uh huh)
Prefer Cris' even the Moe get me dizzy
So a rizzy, I'm 'bout it
Standing on the couches like I got no home-training in me
Huh, you can't stop it, I'm harder to
So the DJ bring it back he borrowed the track
I never had a problem with that
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 groupies come (come)
Cuz if them chickens ain't drooling on my 1s
It's the G's on the lace the Gucci on the tongue
Hun, I'm gettin' bread, don't confuse it wit' a (cha ching)
But if I gots to reach up in this then ya done (blap)
Them get swung,*(swung)* you'll drop in a ditch (blap)
The cops'll have to tape up the block it's ripped
I'm so smooth but move the 'til it skid
Pockets cheese like a mozzarella stick
Rocks on the wrist, yes I hella chips
Prepetual, I want it if the watch got a tick
Shit, how could I miss if I'm hot like a
With the on a bitch tryna knock you for bricks
Trick, watch ya lips or get dropped from a
Cuz I can get you off for a box fulla kicks,

3:
We keep the bar pissed, out the hard liq'
That make ya broad sit under the armpit
She say the god sick, brighten on the arm
Ainlt harm shit but I iced her a mob hit
A hard brick, biter every bar of
You heartless, you's a wit' a start kit
I'm hard prick, 'em out
It's a fukini drought 'til I step out the house
I was never a slouch, B, dog known
As the Royce to it like a B-ball zone
me breeze on chrome, with the heat all shown
In my Dior own, ain't D Hore homes, holmes
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 you'll get lost with the dough that you tossed
You go