Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Girls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First pal up in the rare, I style up in my
of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my
budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick

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

Wreck 'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon,
Since the 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
They getting chips, they flippin'
Get the and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

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

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

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

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

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