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

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

I kill for my nigga, die for my
Send your weak floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody
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, this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can't to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to

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

Momma still that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some nigga, make 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, to raps
Spread a round', make it all come back

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

So get your up out the floor
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 tell me how to live it
To the that went bad, from dwellin' in your path

To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to
And in a flash, you back at
Under your weepin' in your sleep
Like when them start 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 no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit

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

I put my grind down, I my rhyme up

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

I went from trapped off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the
And once you recognize, no 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 what they need to

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