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

I get the boasters boasting, I get puting
Y'all get shot at, me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the
I nurture they brain, I'm the movement

Buddhist or Buddha, that's 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 boss story, the of Hoosiers

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

When it's repping time, I get on grind
Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em mind

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

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

You acting nigga, come 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 money nigga

First pal up in the rare, I style up in my
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 sizzler steak, my steak sizzled

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

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

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

See acting feisty, getting
Call her wifey, her get 'em girls
lay back, get your 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 from the back, she that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me, I'm 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 Maury flow, from the show
around, y'all gonna 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, make you do the hokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn around shorty
Here's weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town,
I was down forty now I'm up
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me?