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 tutor the
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the

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 hoolah of

I mostly 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 hold heat

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

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

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

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

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 coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we money nigga
to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get that boom, boom room, I'm getting money nigga

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

They getting nice, got some ice
Let's get the dice and 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they 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 your slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em

My team is the goonies, we seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, up in Nemis and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she that I'm looney
But proceeded to 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, from the Maury
around, y'all 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, the Okey, Dokey

Me and homie, make you do the hokey pokey
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