Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Girls

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

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

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

When repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepper to pepper dine
Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I 'em never mind

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

See feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, her, get 'em girls
Just lay back, get face slapped
We at the track, eight stacks, get 'em girls

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

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my
Dick in her mouth, I her I'm getting money nigga
faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak stay

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

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

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

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

My team is the goonies, we where seen buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in and Bloomies
to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
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 flow, from the Maury show
Fuck around, y'all be up on the Maury Show

He in camp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no health care, a true
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey,
No Rice a Roni, the Okey, Dokey

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