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 skidding up the whole
Tires lookin' like ya nigga's sitting on some slow (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, skipping ya old freak
Who swear to god I'm the flyest nigga on the whole (east)
Get the drift*(drift), the party'll be
When I buy the bar and only water on the list
Prick, I'm the shit,(shit) and known in the (uh huh)
Cris' even though the Moe get me dizzy
So a rizzy, I'm 'bout it
Standing on the couches I ain't got no home-training 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 problem that
I'm a problem in fact, a nigga really know a squad can rap
'em go

2:
We get it poppin',(poppin') you know where I'm (harlem)
Everywhere I go them damn groupies wanna (come)
Cuz if them lil' chickens drooling on my 1s
the G's on the lace with the Gucci on the tongue
Hun, I'm bread, don't confuse it wit' a crumb (cha ching)
But if I to reach up in this Louis then ya done (blap)
Them get swung,*(swung)* you'll drop in a ditch (blap)
The cops'll have to tape up the block like ripped
I'm so but move the drop 'til it skid
Pockets fulla cheese like a stick
Rocks on the wrist, yes I hella chips
Prepetual, I want 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, out the hard liq'
That make ya broad sit under the armpit
She say the god sick, on the arm wrist
Ainlt harm shit but I iced her a mob hit
A hard brick, every bar of piff
You heartless, you's a wit' a start kit
I'm prick, stressin' 'em out
It's a mutha drought 'til I step 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
to floss, showin' it off
A boss, fresh to death like clothes on a corpse
stalk, the O that you brought, yo what this cost
I 'em doze you'll get lost with the dough that you tossed
You go