Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How We Get It

I'm saying gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I'm
Don't waste no time playa on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know I mean?
See...

I for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body in the river
Ways of the day, man knows
If you be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to
Lower than thirty a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody let me know, what cha' got to show
For thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 lord, bless her soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for

Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time
Get it how we knew it, the smoke unto the dust
>from tracks to traps, slabs to
Spread a round', make it all come back

Now open up mind, as we unclog your brain
And away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the
And that it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only
So who the hell is you to me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, dwellin' in your path
To keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you at home
Under your sheets weepin' in sleep
Like when them bitches that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now a peep, and tell me what you see
It's dem from dat attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and it, so nigga duck quick

I put my grind down, I pick my up
Ain't no loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, to be made
10% in church, oh it's a now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the bro'
I went from trapped off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, all the same
And you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it's all
They feel what I feel, thats they need to kill
A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the
I lay rap songs, to make you dance a lil'