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 to the mother land
Gripping on that steering wheel, passenger's a bag
Hundred in the Louis, confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the trunk jack, push it a super pack
Automatic button pad, just to keep the top
red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks
.22, that's what I shoot, you know bitches got a MAC
Back to the back of the 'Lac them pussy niggas wanna jack
Know I keep .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
Hit you right between the and leave you like an alley rat
Hundred for the bracelet, attract I'm like a magnet
Hit with the gutter swag, swinging with the Louis rag

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

2]
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, me slipping never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get your super
Call me Mister Cinemax, you like a movie role
Hundred on the highway, let's see how the coupe can go
New edition fit the kid, they ship the from England
Catch me in the foreign whip, like the Ring-A-Lings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't who you fucking with
Yes, I that .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the lot, so you know 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
Open up the suicide doors, it homicide

3]
I got my flag swinging, and I'm banging on some gutter shit
got me a spaceship, took it from the government
White on drop top, call that bitch the Cool Whip
Had to the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
Know you niggas mad but tell haters I does this
Better that fussing, don't know what's in the pulpit
.45's a motherfucker, hit you and cousin
Think I 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 that vodka in my cup, bring my to the front, what's up?