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, on the ol' heat
in the air, middle finger to the police (fuck 'em)
Then get a dub, I'm skidding up the street
Tires lookin' like ya nigga's sitting on some slow (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, skipping 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 water on the list
Prick, I'm the shit,(shit) and in the city (uh huh)
Prefer Cris' though the Moe get me dizzy
So it's a rizzy, I'm it
Standing on the like I ain't got no home-training in me
Huh, you stop it, I'm harder to crack
So the DJ bring it back like he borrowed the
I ain't never had a with that
I'm a problem in fact, a nigga really know a that can rap
'em go

2:
We get it poppin',(poppin') you know where I'm (harlem)
I go them damn groupies wanna come (come)
Cuz if lil' chickens ain't drooling on my 1s
It's the G's on the lace with the Gucci on the
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 have to up the block like it's ripped
I'm so smooth but move the drop it skid
Pockets fulla cheese a mozzarella stick
Rocks on the wrist, yes I drop hella
Prepetual, I don't want it if the got a tick
Shit, how could I miss if I'm hot a strip
With the cops on a bitch tryna you for bricks
Trick, watch ya lips or get dropped a cliff
Cuz I can get you off for a box kicks, like

3:
We the bar pissed, buying out the hard liq'
That make ya broad sit right under the
She say the god sick, on the arm wrist
Ainlt harm shit but I her like a mob hit
A hard brick, every bar of piff
You heartless, you's a wit' a start kit
I'm prick, stressin' 'em out
It's a mutha fukini drought 'til I out the house
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,
to floss, showin' it off
A boss, fresh to death like some 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