Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Girls

I get the boasters boasting, I get puting
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

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

I rock dosey, I roll mostly dololy
leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here the coroner get 'em, play "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
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, time
say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind

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, 'em, get 'em girls

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

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

First pal up in the rare, I up in my gear
Stallion of the year, in my ear
Whips on my fists, on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your 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 steak, my steak stay sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon
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 getting money

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

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

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

My is the goonies, we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, dressed, stay up in Nemis 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 help you get son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Maury flow, the Maury show
Fuck around, gonna be up on the Maury Show

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

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