Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Girls

I get the boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the
I do the recruiting, I the students
I nurture brain, I'm moving the movement

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

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

When it's time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em mind

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

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

You acting funny nigga, dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers, I'm getting nigga
So you should away or join the dude in Play
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
Whips on my fists, on my wrists
Your on my neck, your spouse on my dick

Posters on the wall, posted on my
Dick in her mouth, I her I'm getting money nigga
Y'all the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
a sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we getting nigga
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom
For I get like that boom, boom room, I'm getting money

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

They getting nice, they got ice
Let's get the 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

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

He in camp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no health care, a tramp
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, yourself around shorty
some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty now I'm up
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck me? Killa