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 they brain, I'm moving the movement

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

I rock mostly dosey, I 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 hold heat

it's 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 'em never mind

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

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

You funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
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 getting 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 budget on my neck, your spouse on my

Posters on the wall, on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her I'm money nigga
faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak stay

Eight, boom, boom, my ace coon
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 money nigga

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

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

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 team is the goonies, we seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis and
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm
But proceeded to 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 flow, from the Maury show
around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show

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 hokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself shorty
Here's weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town,
I was down now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa