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 brain, I'm moving the movement

Whether or Buddha, that's Judist 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 hoolah of

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

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

They getting nice, they got ice
get the dice 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, tell her, get 'em
lay back, get your face slapped
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 away or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say, I'm getting money

First pal up in the rare, I up in my gear
of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my
Your on my neck, your spouse on my dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

He in camp, you on food 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, 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, buck quickly, who could with me? Killa