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 whole
Tires lookin' ya nigga's sitting on some slow lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, wit' ya old freak
Who swear to god I'm the flyest on the whole east (east)
Get the drift*(drift), the be pissed
When I buy the bar and only leave on the list
Prick, I'm the shit,(shit) and in the city (uh huh)
Prefer 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 it, I'm harder to crack
So the DJ it back like he borrowed the track
I ain't never had a problem with
I'm a problem in fact, a nigga really know a squad 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 them lil' chickens ain't on my 1s
the G's on the lace with the Gucci on the tongue
Hun, I'm gettin' bread, confuse it wit' a crumb (cha ching)
But if I to reach up in this Louis then ya done (blap)
Rugers'll get swung,*(swung)* you'll drop in a ditch (blap)
The have to tape up the block like it's ripped
I'm so smooth but move the drop it skid
Pockets fulla like a mozzarella stick
Rocks on the wrist, yes I hella chips
Prepetual, I don't want it if the got a tick
Shit, how I miss if I'm hot like a strip
With the on a bitch 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 make ya sit right under the armpit
She say the god sick, on the arm wrist
Ainlt harm but I iced her like a mob hit
A hard brick, biter every bar of
You heartless, you's a writer wit' a kit
I'm prick, stressin' 'em out
It's a mutha 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 D Hore homes, holmes
to floss, showin' it off
A boss, fresh to death like some 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