Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Daddy [Remix]

See the problem is I ain't nowhere
Can shoot at me, can at me
Take your best (this is the remix)
Suck a no homo
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 niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain
Walk around like I got a broom in my
Na a fuckin' A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damn
Man these cowards stay in they lane
And if ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's stay in my (bling) they in my ring (There they go)
You must of your will already if your sayin our names
Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung with the girls you double dutch or
Hop skip and jumpin, block and jumpin
Glock clickin and dumpin, the mighty

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

[Jim
It get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Soul niggaz they and flabby, (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every nigga 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 fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath full of
And ya boy stay fly like he was for Easter
The big Pachorte, the heavy
Packin 4-4 court to drop on expressway
Its Byrdgang we fly high
And chart the G-4 we get in the sky

I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob
Paul Akin, ha ha, who they think car jackin
You dump and a dump, I and I slump
They mad my 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
the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to it hot
like Pac I know it's 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.
Like I see you at the BP, 'em off G.P.
Guns VA, PA, down 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.
Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see
Like KRS-One, the B.D.P.
You wanna join the crew, you must see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220