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, finger to the police (fuck 'em)
Then get a dub, I'm up the whole street
lookin' like 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 water on the
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 to crack
So the DJ bring it back like he the track
I never had a problem 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 know I'm from (harlem)
Everywhere I go them damn wanna come (come)
Cuz if them lil' ain't 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 Louis then ya done (blap)
Them Rugers'll get swung,*(swung)* you'll in a ditch (blap)
The cops'll have to up the block like 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 hella chips
Prepetual, I don't it if the watch got a tick
Shit, how could I miss if I'm hot like a
With the cops on a bitch tryna knock you for
Trick, watch ya lips or get dropped from a
Cuz I can get you off for a box fulla kicks,

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
Ainlt harm but I iced her like a mob hit
A brick, biter every bar of piff
You heartless, you's a writer a start kit
I'm prick, stressin' 'em out
It's a mutha fukini drought 'til I out the house
I was a slouch, listen B, dog known
As the Royce to call it a B-ball zone
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, fresh to death some clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O that you brought, yo this cost
I tell 'em doze get lost with the dough that you tossed
You go