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

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

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's or Juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to
from 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 get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you stories, how I coldly hold heat

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

getting nice, they 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
her wifey, tell her, get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face
We at the track, eight stacks, get 'em girls

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, nigga
Killa 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 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 on my neck, your spouse on my dick

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

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

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

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

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

He in camp, you on food 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
the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load a town, sporty
I was forty now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could with me? Killa