Luyện nghe bài hát Get Me

(Get me)
Uh huh
(They pretty)
Uh huh
(Wit me)
Uh huh
(It's crispy)

Whoo! Uh huh, uh huh, yo

Y'all just smoke, fan in the fire
Your wife is gettin' curious homie you better her
it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me, I don't like to get at
only mad 'cause they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man
Yeah, sealed signed delivered,
You got a thousand niggaz I'll do with half that

Catch me whylin' out with a mami in Black
Enough on the wheels make me feel the tunnel packed
Yeah, if something I'm feelin you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing baby, what's up with that?
Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone
Havoc make tracks, know, just hold that
Career ain't so well, I got that
Slide you hot shit, nigga it's a wrap

See the cats in the whips
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, gorillas they
(Wit me)
in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
Y'all not known for them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all it wit us, don't get carried away
the coroner

Yo, a closed mouth get fed, that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I walk them
Either you shook or your 9
You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the around my way
Fuck my money you be shot the fuck up
The name Littles got the locked the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge, body the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys or pop the fuck up

There ain't a nigga that can my style
15 get money, livin' out
You softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
Before I show you what the 9 or like
Want motherfucker come and get me
All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the
Not a get sold in the park 'less I eat
Think different the spin you like the G-Unit piece

See the cats in the whips
(Get me)
But I got the and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them gorillas
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know them is
(Crispy)

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I walk with my pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze, missed that dro and sprinkled some hash
How I roll? Why you ask?
Know I'm my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
I know you all roll with the boys the badge
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just
From the ave, where snitches get
They say,"No Noyd, you blow makin' songs like that"

I say ,"Homie you sell your soul to glitter, it last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to
Fuck is a check if you bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the
Countin' the gang that snaps, how many straps and vests
We flash the around and knuckle down the rest
We hate the e-mails and the phones, the get blown
It's deep, we can't even in certain rooms

See the cats in the whips
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them gorillas
(Wit me)
in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz son
Y'all not known for them guns
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all it wit us don't get carried away
the coroner

I'm tellin you somethin' about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song, it's a goddamn fittin' to blow
They not a group, they a gang for sho'
More than a gang, we like a troop and oh
Let's not forget to mention our is whoa
All our get blown, all my fools is loc
Everytime we a new one the streets gon' go

Straight berserk, cause we don't play that there
They know it's to spend they money over here
Everytime they cop from somebody else, the wack
That shit there is doo-doo, the shit is crack
Get them all higher than could ever beam them
They know it's to spend they doe over here
Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too
Them niggaz got garbage, this is that

See the cats in the wanna
(Get me)
But I got the and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them they
(Wit me)
in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
Y'all not for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got for days
want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the