Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Right

Def man, fuck that

Drag-On, act on
Messin with the team, its gon be a sad
X will bring the day and the
Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it

Moves is made, is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up be out but I'ma try to live
I'm day by day, aint nothin sweet about it
Act you don't know what I'm sayin then you read about it

Built for war a armadillo
yo' ass with too good a pillow
Hear my is brillo
Manic depressive and my hurts

Since theres a dead I'll wet first
Now wait a it gets worse
I can't control I own inside
So I take it out on the soul of that kid died

Spit fire, cross like barbecues
crews, strippin niggas, robbincrews
And put him speechless, when I made him eat
Hollow tip and you can grip

You be like Kim and aint gon swallow
know the half, couldn't know the math
To understand the wrath of a man split in
But he got what he wanted, shot for hundred

Shit is tight and a nigga that's gots to run it
Aint no question, how I get down
Niggas know gimme yo' and yo' hoe, and here take these fo'
Hot I got things that make niggas spin

Put niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas
Bless a with fifties the thin types
And a straight blast put pinstripes across your windpipe

Drag-On, act on
Messin the team, its gon be a sad song
X will bring the day and the
Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it

Drag-On, act on
with the team, its gon be a sad song
X will bring the day and the
Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it

Drag opposite water more a spot order
My flows cause fire bring holes
Takes more than a pump to out little punk
'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to

Call the police and whatever they don't
And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, em throw Drag some keys
Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make
If you nervous, you don't deserve it please

Cats stealin gats probably will get hit
Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this, this
Since a tiny kid like, buy me this
she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shit

Like look at that, now look at that it in my book bag
I'm who, parents point they fingers at, Get from hoodrat
And put it back, fuck tough, y'all cook crack
I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I to the top

With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more
Stil put them holes in yo' head, til it's mushy like dough
Cause that vest only protects that
And if I decide to get ice, don't get to

Or it's my bullet, your brain, potatoes
Double R got me comin hard on you
Cause we the streets black and y'all belong that

Drag-On, act on
with the team, its gon be a sad song
X will the day and the night
we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right

Drag-On, act on
Messin the team, its gon be a sad song
X will the day and the night
Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, it right