Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Girls

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

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

When it's repping time, I get on grind
to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine
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, 'em, get 'em girls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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