Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'em

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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, finger to the police (fuck 'em)
Then get a dub, I'm skidding up the street
Tires lookin' like ya sitting on some slow 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 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)
Prefer Cris' 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 to crack
So the DJ bring it like he borrowed the track
I ain't never had a with that
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 them groupies wanna come (come)
Cuz if them lil' ain't drooling on my 1s
It's the G's on the lace with the on the tongue
Hun, I'm gettin' bread, don't it wit' a crumb (cha ching)
But if I gots to up in this Louis then ya done (blap)
Them Rugers'll get swung,*(swung)* you'll in a ditch (blap)
The cops'll have to tape up the block like it's
I'm so smooth but the drop 'til it skid
Pockets fulla like a mozzarella stick
on the wrist, yes I drop hella chips
Prepetual, I don't want it if the watch got a
Shit, how I miss if I'm hot like a strip
the cops on a bitch tryna knock 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 sit right under the armpit
She say the god sick, brighten on the arm
harm shit but I iced her like a mob hit
A brick, biter every bar of piff
You heartless, a writer wit' a start kit
I'm hard prick, 'em out
It's a mutha fukini drought 'til I out the house
I was never a slouch, listen B, dog
As the Royce to call it like a zone
Watch me breeze on chrome, with the heat all
In my Dior own, this D Hore homes, holmes
Devoted to floss, it off
A boss, fresh to like some clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O that you brought, yo what cost
I tell 'em you'll get lost with the dough that you tossed
You go