Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Right

Def myself man, fuck

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

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

Built for war like a
yo' ass with too good a pillow
Hear my shit is
Manic depressive and my head

Since theres a dead I'll wet first
Now wait a it gets worse
I control what I own inside
So I it out on the soul of that kid that died

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

You be like Kim and gon swallow shit
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 right gots to run it
Aint no question, that's how I get
Niggas know gimme yo' dough and yo' hoe, and here these fo'
Hot things I got things that make spin

Put niggas in the wind, where you see niggas again
Bless a nigga with fifties the types
And a straight blast put pinstripes across your windpipe

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

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

Call the police and whatever don't seize
And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em throw Drag some
care how many oyeas I gotta make believe
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, stopping
Since a kid like, Mommy buy me this
Since she always told me no, started on some grimy shit

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

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

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

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

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