Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Girls - The Mizzle Outro

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 they brain, I'm moving the

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

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

When it's repping time, I get on extra
to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, time
Bitches say I'm the man, I 'em never 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, her, get 'em girls
lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em

You acting nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers, I'm getting nigga
So you should move away or join the 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
on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my

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

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

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

They getting nice, they got ice
get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they 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 track, eight stacks, get 'em girl

My is the goonies, we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, up in Nemis and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me, I'm 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 show
Fuck around, y'all be up on the Maury Show

He in boot camp, you on stamps
Welfare, no care, a true tramp
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, turn yourself around
Here's some weed, 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 with me?