Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How We Get It / Splack - Interlude

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

I kill for my nigga, die for my
Send weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man knows
If you should be for sure to walk out door with your 44.

Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I wait no mo'

Man, fuck rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to

For when thangs slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay

Momma still that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'

Cause we full-time grinders, hard time hustlas

Get it how we knew it, from the smoke the dust
From tracks to traps, to raps
Spread a little round', make it all back

Now up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your at your ass

So get your face up out the
And know that it's
Cause sometimes I feel the way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I should
So who the is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your

To keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you at home
your sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like when them bitches that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me you see

dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of old fuck shit

Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so duck quick

I put my grind down, I pick my up

Ain't no money loss, I it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be
10% in church, oh a business now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a bit
Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you though
A south nigga straight up out the hood bro'

I went trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, a sell, it's all the same
And you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, for that big surprise
They say they the deal, they say it's all real
They feel I feel, thats what they need to kill

A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the
I lay these rap songs, to make you a lil'