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 the students
I they brain, I'm moving the movement

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, 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
They 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 track, eight stacks, get 'em girl

My team is the goonies, we where seen buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in and Bloomies
Want to hit it the back, she agreed 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 flow, from the Maury show
Fuck around, y'all be up on the Maury Show

He in camp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no care, a true tramp
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 around
some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go yourself a town, sporty
I was forty now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa