Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Right

Def myself man, that

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

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

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

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

Spit fire, cross niggas barbecues
Mobbin crews, strippin niggas,
And put him speechless, when I him eat this
tip and you can follow grip

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like at that, now look at that slide it in my book bag
I'm who, parents point fingers at, Get from that hoodrat
And put it back, fuck tough, while 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 bread
Cause that vest only protects that
And if I decide to get ice, get to fascinated

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

Drag-On, act on
Messin 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 bring the day and the night
Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it