Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Up

Ace Hood (Aye, get up)
Gutta (Aye, get up)
(Aye, get them up)
(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, a duffel bag
in the Louis, don't confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the trunk jack, push it like a pack
Automatic button pad, just to keep the top
Ruby red insides, fruit snacks
.22, that's I shoot, you know them bitches got a MAC
Back to the back of the 'Lac incase them pussy niggas wanna
Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage
Hit you right between the eyes and leave you like an rat
Hundred for the bracelet, attract I'm like a magnet
Hit them the gutter swag, swinging with the Louis rag

Say I maybe gave a but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put 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 city nigga, gon' throw it up

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

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