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)
Then get a dub, I'm skidding up the whole
Tires lookin' like ya nigga's sitting on some 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 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)
Prefer 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 the track
I never had a problem 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)
Everywhere I go damn groupies wanna come (come)
Cuz if them chickens ain't drooling on my 1s
It's the G's on the lace with the Gucci on the
Hun, I'm gettin' bread, confuse it wit' a crumb (cha ching)
But if I gots to reach up in this Louis ya done (blap)
Them Rugers'll get swung,*(swung)* drop in a ditch (blap)
The cops'll have to tape up the 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 drop chips
Prepetual, I don't it if the watch got a tick
Shit, how I miss if I'm hot like a strip
With the cops on a bitch tryna knock you for
Trick, watch ya lips or get from a cliff
Cuz I can get you off for a box kicks, like

3:
We keep the bar pissed, buying out the hard
That make ya broad sit under the armpit
She say the god sick, brighten on the arm
Ainlt harm but I iced her like a mob hit
A hard brick, every bar of piff
You heartless, you's a writer wit' a kit
I'm prick, stressin' 'em out
It's a mutha drought 'til I step out the house
I was never a slouch, B, dog known
As the Royce to it like a B-ball zone
Watch me breeze on chrome, with the all shown
In my Dior own, this ain't D Hore homes,
to floss, showin' it off
A boss, fresh to death like some clothes on a
They stalk, the O you brought, yo what this cost
I tell 'em doze get lost with the dough that you tossed
You go