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

I get the boasters boasting, I get computers
Y'all get shot at, 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 Roota to Toota
Chick from to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real story, the hoolah of Hoosiers

I rock mostly dosey, I mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, "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 tell 'em mind

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

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

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

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 on my dick

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 coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we money nigga
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 cacoon had my uzi, platooned
I'm getting nigga

getting 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, 'em, get 'em girls

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

My team is the goonies, we where seen with
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 you get your 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 food
Welfare, no health care, a true
And I'm lockey, lockey, you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey,

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