Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Daddy [Remix]

See the problem is I goin nowhere
Can at me, can stab at me
Take your shot (this is the remix)
Suck a dick no
DipSet, remix, go!

Rell]
My flow is novocaine, my is hurricanes (Katrina)
I got cain, mac in the melon range
Hop out and shells
I wanna see these die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain
Walk around like I got a in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy in my pants, damn
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 (There they go)
You of wrote your will already if your sayin our names
Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung with the girls you dutch or hoola-hooper
Hop skip and jumpin, block and jumpin
Glock and dumpin, it's the mighty

[J.R.
I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggaz
Ya sight blown, Right-o, my stones glitter
Left hand bling, the one shiver
Stallion, medallion, a ice cold
The white flipper
That tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo mister
psycho sicker
That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a 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 indirect
But it's lookin like a movie
How sendin all these damn actors at the set

[Jim
It get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Soul they sick and flabby, (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every nigga with me heat, (we ballin)
Somebody pictures at me, (watch me)
Plus I I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The cash the and how we buy exquisite V's
get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath of reefer
And ya boy stay fly he was dressin for Easter
The big Pachorte, the heavy
Packin 4-4 court to drop on expressway
Its DipSet Byrdgang we fly
And the G-4 we get high in the sky

I'm Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund
Paul Akin, ha ha, who they think they car
You dump and a dump, I slumped and I
They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the
See ya react, Hud six threw me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, shits is Scooby Snacks
I see stars, I'm a G pa
the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to it hot
like Pac I know it's set up
Them old know I'm bout 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
KRS-One, the great B.D.P.
You wanna the crew, then you must see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham
I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, don't act style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220