Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Daddy [Remix]

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

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

[J.R.
Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone
Ya blown, Right-o, my white stones glitter
Left hand bling, the one shiver
Stallion, medallion, a ice picture
The white flipper
That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo
This psycho
That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like on Thriller
This ain't to me, a scrapper at its best
No rapper could impress, man I'm right out the jets
You indirect
But it's lookin like a shoot
How sendin all these damn actors at the set

[Jim
It goes get 'em (Goonies)
Soul niggaz sick and flabby, (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every nigga me pack heat, (we ballin)
Somebody pictures at me, (watch me)
I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The cash the jewels and how we buy V's
get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My and my heater, breath full of reefer
And ya boy stay fly he was dressin for Easter
The big Pachorte, Capo the
Packin 4-4 court case to on expressway
Its Byrdgang we fly high
And chart the G-4 we get 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 and I slump
They mad my car's like an elephant, the in the front
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
Threw the in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to it hot
like Pac I know it's set up
Them old niggaz 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.
C-74 'em over to P.C.
Like D, we the '06 P.E.
me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
All about G's B, we the B.G.
Byrd Dipset, D.I.P. see
KRS-One, the great B.D.P.
You wanna join the crew, then you must see me,
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, act funny style
In one ear, yeah, 220 thou'