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' like ya nigga's sitting on slow lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, skipping ya old freak
Who to god I'm the flyest nigga on the whole east (east)
Get the drift*(drift), the party'll be
When I buy the bar and 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 ain't got no 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 where I'm from (harlem)
Everywhere I go them groupies wanna come (come)
Cuz if them lil' chickens drooling on my 1s
It's the G's on the with the Gucci 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 then ya (blap)
Them Rugers'll get swung,*(swung)* drop in a ditch (blap)
The cops'll have to tape up the like 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 drop chips
Prepetual, I don't want it if the watch got a
Shit, how I miss if I'm hot like a strip
With the cops on a bitch tryna knock you for
Trick, watch ya or get dropped from a cliff
Cuz I can get you off for a box kicks, like

3:
We keep the bar pissed, buying out the hard
That ya broad sit right under the armpit
She say the god sick, on the arm wrist
harm shit but I iced her like a mob hit
A hard brick, biter bar of piff
You heartless, a writer wit' a start kit
I'm prick, stressin' 'em out
It's a mutha fukini drought 'til I step out the
I was never a slouch, B, dog known
As the to call it like a B-ball zone
me breeze on chrome, with the heat all shown
In my Dior own, this ain't D Hore homes,
to floss, showin' it off
A boss, to death like some clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O you brought, yo what this cost
I tell 'em you'll get lost with the dough that you tossed
You go