Luyện nghe bài hát Get Em Up

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

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

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

2]
And it go, eenie mini mo, catch me slipping never though
Know I keep that clip, come and get your super soak
Call me Mister Cinemax, shoot you like a role
Hundred on the highway, see how fast the coupe can go
New edition fit the kid, they ship the from England
Catch me in the foreign whip, climbing the Ring-A-Lings
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 lot, so you know the block is hot
Tell them we don't give a shit and motherfuck the side
Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H.B. on some minds
up the suicide doors, call it homicide

3]
I got my black flag swinging, and I'm banging on some gutter
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
Know you niggas mad but them haters I does this
Better quit that fussing, know what's in the pulpit
.45's a motherfucker, hit you and cousin
Think I give a damn, but I never gave a
Got oven heated up, and bitch you looking like lunch
them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts
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?