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

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

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, Judist or Juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from to Toota
from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real story, the hoolah of Hoosiers

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

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

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

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

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 money

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

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

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

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

They nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they 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, eight stacks, get 'em

My team is the goonies, we where with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm
But to moon me, I'm getting money 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 Maury
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, you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, the Okey, Dokey

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