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, middle finger to the (fuck 'em)
Then get a dub, I'm skidding up the whole
Tires like ya nigga's sitting on some slow lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, wit' ya old freak
Who swear to god I'm the nigga on the whole east (east)
Get the drift*(drift), the be pissed
I buy the bar and only leave 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 it's a rizzy, I'm it
Standing on the couches like I ain't got no in me
Huh, you can't it, I'm harder to crack
So the DJ bring it back like he borrowed the
I never had a problem with that
I'm a problem in fact, a really know a squad that can rap
'em go

2:
We get it poppin',(poppin') you know where I'm (harlem)
Everywhere I go them damn groupies come (come)
Cuz if them lil' chickens ain't on my 1s
It's the G's on the lace with the Gucci on the
Hun, I'm gettin' bread, don't confuse it a crumb (cha ching)
But if I gots to 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 cheese like a mozzarella stick
Rocks on the wrist, yes I hella chips
Prepetual, I don't it if the watch got a tick
Shit, how could I if I'm hot like a strip
the cops on a bitch tryna knock you for bricks
Trick, ya lips 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 right the armpit
She say the god sick, brighten on the arm
Ainlt harm shit but I her like a mob hit
A hard brick, biter every bar of
You heartless, you's a writer a start kit
I'm hard prick, 'em out
It's a mutha fukini 'til I step out the house
I was a slouch, listen B, dog known
As the to call it like a B-ball zone
Watch me breeze on chrome, with the all shown
In my Dior own, this ain't D homes, holmes
Devoted to floss, it off
A boss, fresh to death like clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O you brought, yo what this cost
I tell 'em doze you'll get lost with the that you tossed
You go