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 skidding up the whole
Tires lookin' like ya nigga's sitting on slow lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, skipping wit' ya old
Who swear to god I'm the flyest 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 in the city (uh huh)
Cris' even though the Moe get me dizzy
So it's a rizzy, I'm 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 ain't never had a problem with
I'm a problem in fact, a nigga know a squad that can rap
'em go

2:
We get it poppin',(poppin') you where I'm from (harlem)
Everywhere I go 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 confuse it wit' a (cha ching)
But if I gots to up in this Louis then ya done (blap)
Rugers'll 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 but move the drop 'til it skid
Pockets fulla cheese like a mozzarella
Rocks on the wrist, yes I drop chips
Prepetual, I want it if the watch got a tick
Shit, how could I miss if I'm hot like a
With the cops on a tryna knock you for bricks
Trick, watch ya 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 ya broad sit right under the armpit
She say the god sick, brighten on the arm
Ainlt harm shit but I her like a mob hit
A hard brick, biter every bar of
You heartless, you's a writer a start kit
I'm prick, stressin' 'em out
a mutha fukini drought 'til I step out the house
I was never a slouch, B, dog known
As the Royce to call it like a zone
Watch me breeze on chrome, with the all shown
In my Dior own, this ain't D Hore homes,
Devoted to floss, it off
A boss, to death like some clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O that you brought, yo this cost
I 'em doze you'll get lost with the dough that you tossed
You go