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

I get the boasters boasting, I get computers
Y'all get shot at, me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the
I nurture they brain, I'm the movement

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's 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 hoolah of

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

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

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

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

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, 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 nigga

First pal up in the rare, I style up in my
of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, spouse on my dick

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

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

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

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

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 Nemis and
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm
But proceeded to moon me, I'm getting 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 gonna be up on the Show

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