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 they brain, I'm moving the movement

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judist or
I got to ruger, hit from Roota 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 tell you true stories, how I coldly heat

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

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

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

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, nigga
Killa keeps blikers, I'm getting money nigga
So you move away or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say, I'm getting money

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

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

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

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

They nice, they 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 feisty, getting shiesty
her wifey, tell her get 'em girls
Just lay back, get face slapped
We at the race track, stacks, get 'em girl

My team is the goonies, we where with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis and
to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But to moon 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 a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey

Me and homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around
Here's some weed, burn yourself a whodie
a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty now I'm up
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me?