Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Up

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

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

Say I maybe gave a but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G put your middle fingers up
I got the Eastside rolling, and the holding
Southside rolling me, and the Northside gon'
Get up (Aye, get them up) [x7]
You rep city nigga, gon' throw it up

2]
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slipping though
I keep that full clip, come and get your super soak
Call me Mister Cinemax, shoot you like a role
Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the can go
New edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from
Catch me in the foreign whip, like the Ring-A-Lings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fucking
Yes, I keep that .45, you better a body guard
Benz is in the parking lot, so you know the is hot
Tell them we don't a shit and motherfuck the other side
you know I'm born to ride, H.B. on some murder minds
Open up the suicide doors, it homicide

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