Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Right

Def myself man, 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

Moves is made, niggas is paid, 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 like you don't know I'm sayin then you read about it

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

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

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

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

Shit is tight and a nigga that's right 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 make niggas spin

Put niggas in the wind, you never see niggas again
Bless a nigga with fifties the types
And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your

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, spit it

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

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

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

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

Like at that, now look at that slide it in my book bag
I'm who, point they fingers at, Get from that hoodrat
And put it back, tough, while 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 it's mushy like bread
Cause that vest only protects chest
And if I to get ice, don't get to fascinated

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