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 tutor the
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
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of

I rock dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, 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 pepper
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em mind

getting nice, they got some 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 feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her, get 'em
lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em

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

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

Eight, boom, boom, my ace coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we getting money
to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
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 getting nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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