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
Purple in the air, middle to the police (fuck 'em)
get a dub, I'm skidding up the whole street
Tires lookin' like ya nigga's sitting on some lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, wit' ya old freak
Who to god I'm the flyest nigga 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 known in the (uh huh)
Prefer even though the Moe get me dizzy
So a rizzy, I'm 'bout it
Standing on the couches like I ain't got no in me
Huh, you can't stop it, I'm to crack
So the DJ bring it back he borrowed the track
I ain't never had a 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 where I'm (harlem)
I go them damn groupies wanna come (come)
Cuz if them lil' chickens drooling on my 1s
It's the G's on the lace the Gucci on the tongue
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 like a mozzarella stick
Rocks on the wrist, yes I drop chips
Prepetual, I don't it if the watch got a tick
Shit, how could I miss if I'm hot 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 fulla kicks,

3:
We keep the bar pissed, buying out the hard
make ya broad sit right under the armpit
She say the god sick, brighten on the arm
Ainlt 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 hard prick, '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 B-ball
me breeze on chrome, with the heat all shown
In my Dior own, this ain't D homes, holmes
Devoted to floss, it off
A boss, to death like some clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O that you brought, yo what cost
I 'em doze you'll get lost with the dough that you tossed
You go