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

I get the boasters boasting, I get computers
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 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 story, the hoolah of Hoosiers

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

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

They getting nice, got some ice
Let's get the and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they 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 your face
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em

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

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

Posters on the wall, on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her I'm getting 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 nigga
to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get that boom, boom room, I'm getting money nigga

Wreck 'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon,
Since the cacoon had my uzi, platooned
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
Just lay back, get your face
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 that I'm looney
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, the Maury show
around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show

He in boot camp, you on stamps
Welfare, no health care, a tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey,
No Rice a Roni, the Okey, Dokey

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