Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Up

Ace Hood (Aye, get up)
Gutta (Aye, get up)
(Aye, get up) chea
(Aye, get up) Gutta, Gutta, hey

1]
I got my drop top rolling and I'm heading to the land
Gripping on that steering wheel, passenger's a bag
Hundred in the Louis, don't confuse me with that cat
Engine in the trunk jack, push it a super pack
Automatic button pad, to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, fruit snacks
.22, that's what I shoot, you them bitches got a MAC
Back to the back of the incase them pussy niggas wanna jack
Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage
Hit you right between the eyes and leave you an alley rat
Hundred for the bracelet, attract them I'm a magnet
Hit them with the gutter swag, with the Louis rag

Say I maybe gave a damn but I gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G put your middle fingers up
I got the rolling, and the Westside holding
rolling with me, and the Northside gon'
Get them up (Aye, get up) [x7]
You rep your nigga, gon' throw it up

2]
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, me slipping never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get super soak
Call me Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
Hundred on the highway, let's see how the coupe can go
New edition fit the kid, ship the shit from England
Catch me in the foreign whip, climbing the Ring-A-Lings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you with
Yes, I keep .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the parking lot, so you the block is hot
Tell them we don't a shit and motherfuck the other side
Bitch you I'm born to ride, H.B. on some murder minds
up the suicide doors, call it homicide

3]
I got my black flag swinging, and I'm banging on gutter shit
Just got me a spaceship, it from the government
White on white top, call that bitch the Cool Whip
Had to blow the out, yeah I keep it ruthless
you niggas mad but tell them haters I does this
Better quit that fussing, don't know in the pulpit
.45's a motherfucker, hit you and your
Think I give a damn, but I never a fuck
Got oven heated up, and bitch you looking like lunch
Take them heaters to your gut like a million uppercuts
I dip off in the cut, and throw it up, who give a fuck?
Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangster to the front, up?