Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Daddy [Remix]

See the problem is I ain't goin
Can at me, can stab at me
Take your shot (this is the remix)
a dick no homo
DipSet, remix, go!

[Hell
My flow is novocaine, my bars is (Katrina)
I got hell-a cain, mac in the range
Hop out and exchange
I wanna see these die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain
Walk like I got a broom in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy tool in my pants,
Man these cowards better stay in they
And if they ain't the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's stay in my chain (bling) they in my ring (There go)
You must of wrote your already if your sayin our names
Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung the girls you double dutch or hoola-hooper
Hop and jumpin, block clickin and jumpin
clickin and dumpin, it's the mighty

[J.R.
Listen I'm quite known, chrome, a cyclone niggaz
Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white stones
Left hand bling, the one shiver
Stallion, medallion, a ice cold
The white stone
That tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo mister
This sicker
That crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller
ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best
No rapper impress, man I'm crack right out the jets
You rappin
But it's lookin like a shoot
How they sendin all these actors at the set

[Jim
It get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Soul niggaz they and flabby, (they washed up)
fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin)
Somebody snappin at me, (watch me)
I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The cash the and how we buy exquisite V's
Don't get ya brains to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, full of reefer
And ya boy stay fly like he was for Easter
The big Pachorte, the heavy
Packin 4-4 case to drop on expressway
Its DipSet Byrdgang we fly
And the G-4 we get high in the sky

I'm Hulk Hogan, Savage, Bob Backlund
Paul Akin, ha ha, who they think they car
You dump and a dump, I and I slump
mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, Hud six me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, them is Scooby Snacks
I see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to it hot
Feel like Pac I know set up
Them old niggaz know I'm to take they spot
no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. get 'em up in I.C.U.
I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.
Guns from VA, PA, to D.C.
D.O.A. if you up on my P.C.
switched 'em over to P.C.
Like D, we the '06 P.E.
me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
All them G's B, we the B.G.
Byrd Dipset, D.I.P. see
Like KRS-One, the B.D.P.
You wanna join the crew, then you see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) smile, don't act funny style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220