Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Girls

I get the boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I the students
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 hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the of Hoosiers

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

They getting nice, 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, getting
her wifey, tell her, get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em

You acting funny nigga, dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps blikers, I'm getting money nigga
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 up in my gear
of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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