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

I get the boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I the students
I nurture brain, I'm moving the movement

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

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

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

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

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

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

First pal up in the rare, I up in my gear
Stallion of the year, in my ear
Whips on my fists, on my wrists
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 money
Y'all the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a sizzler steak, my stay sizzled

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

Wreck 'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon,
the movie cacoon had my uzi, platooned
I'm getting nigga

They getting nice, got some ice
Let's get the dice and '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 your slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em

My is the goonies, we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, up in Nemis and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she that I'm looney
But to moon me, I'm getting money nigga

Baby, BS in do, Cam, VS 1 and 2
I'll you get your 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 health care, a tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, the Okey, Dokey

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