Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Girls

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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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 on my neck, your spouse on my dick

Posters on the wall, on my balls
in her mouth, I tell 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 money nigga
to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room, I'm getting money

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

They getting nice, they got ice
get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin'
Get the Rots and Pits, 'em, get 'em girls

See feisty, getting 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 and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed I'm looney
But to moon me, I'm getting money 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 show
around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show

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

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