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

I get the boasters boasting, I get computers
get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the
I they brain, I'm moving the movement

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

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

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

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

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

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby
keeps twenty blikers, I'm getting money nigga
So you should move away or join the 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
on my fists, houses 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 the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace coon
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 getting money

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

getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and '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 slapped
We at the race track, 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 to moon me, I'm getting money nigga

Baby, BS in do, Cam, VS 1 and 2
help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Maury flow, the Maury show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury

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