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)
Then get a dub, I'm skidding up the whole
Tires like ya nigga's sitting on some slow lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, wit' ya old freak
Who swear to god I'm the flyest nigga on the whole (east)
Get the drift*(drift), the party'll be
When I buy the bar and only leave on the list
Prick, I'm the shit,(shit) and known in the (uh huh)
Prefer Cris' though the Moe get me dizzy
So it's a rizzy, I'm it
Standing on the couches I ain't got no home-training in me
Huh, you can't stop it, I'm harder to
So the DJ bring it back like he the track
I ain't 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 wanna (come)
Cuz if them lil' chickens drooling on my 1s
It's the G's on the lace with the on the tongue
Hun, I'm gettin' bread, don't confuse it a crumb (cha ching)
But if I gots to reach up in this Louis ya done (blap)
Them get swung,*(swung)* you'll drop in a ditch (blap)
The cops'll have to tape up the block like it's
I'm so smooth but move the drop it skid
Pockets 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 miss if I'm hot like a
With the cops on a bitch tryna knock you for
Trick, ya lips or get dropped from a cliff
Cuz I can get you off for a box fulla kicks,

3:
We keep the bar pissed, buying out the liq'
That make ya broad sit under the armpit
She say the god sick, on the arm wrist
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 prick, stressin' 'em out
a mutha fukini drought 'til I step out the house
I was never a slouch, listen B, dog
As the Royce to call it like a 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 like some clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O you brought, yo what this cost
I tell 'em doze you'll get with the dough that you tossed
You go