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

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

2]
And it go, eenie meenie mo, catch me slipping never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get your soak
me Mister Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
Hundred on the highway, see how fast the coupe can go
New edition fit the kid, they the shit from England
Catch me in the whip, climbing like the Ring-A-Lings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't who you fucking with
Yes, I keep .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the parking lot, so you know the 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 flag swinging, and I'm banging on some gutter shit
Just got me a spaceship, it from the government
White on white drop top, call that bitch the Whip
Had to blow the brains out, I keep it ruthless
Know you mad but tell 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 a damn, but I never gave a fuck
Got oven heated up, and bitch you looking like 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 gangster to the front, up?