Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Girls

I get the boasters boasting, I get puting
Y'all get at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I the students
I nurture they brain, I'm the movement

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's or Juda
I got to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the of Hoosiers

I rock dosey, I roll mostly dololy
leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold

When it's repping time, I get on extra
Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to dine
Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em mind

getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em
They getting chips, they flippin'
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em

See acting feisty, shiesty
Call her wifey, her, get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face
We at the race track, stacks, get 'em girls

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby
keeps twenty blikers, I'm getting money nigga
So you should move away or the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say, I'm getting nigga

pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my
Your budget on my neck, spouse on my dick

Posters on the wall, posted on my
Dick in her mouth, I tell her I'm money nigga
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for
Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we getting nigga
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, tune
For I get like that boom, boom room, I'm getting money

Wreck 'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon,
Since the movie cacoon had my uzi,
I'm getting money

They nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em
They getting chips, they flippin'
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em

See feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her get 'em
Just lay back, get your slapped
We at the race track, stacks, get 'em girl

My team is the goonies, we seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm
But proceeded to moon me, I'm getting nigga

Baby, BS in do, Cam, VS 1 and 2
I'll you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Maury flow, from the Maury
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Show

He in boot camp, you on food
Welfare, no health care, a tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey,

Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself shorty
some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town,
I was down forty now I'm up
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me?