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 blowin' smoke, fan in the fire
Your wife is gettin' homie you better hide her
Keep it baby boy, share that
when you see me, I don't like to get stared at
Niggaz only mad 'cause they can't rap
the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
Yeah, signed delivered, Anthrax
You got a thousand niggaz do numbers with half that

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

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

Yo, a mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I through them
you shook or your 9 spray
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 Littles got the streets locked the fuck up
off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep creep or pop the fuck up

There ain't a nigga that can my style
15 get money, frozen out
You softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
I show you what the 9 or three-eighty like
Want beef come and get me
All rap in the booth, or whassup in the street
Not a nickel get in the park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you the G-Unit piece

See the cats in the wanna
(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, them things is
(Crispy)

Aiyyo, hey, hey
I walk around with my pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze, missed that dro and sprinkled some hash
How I Why would you ask?
Know I'm my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
I you all roll with the boys with the badge
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just
From the ave, snitches get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you won't blow makin' songs that"

I say ,"Homie you sell soul to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma it realer to death
is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the scrilla the gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps, how many straps and vests
We flash the pound and knuckle down the rest
We hate the and the phones, the spots get blown
It's deep, we can't speak in certain rooms

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

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

Straight berserk, cause we play with that there
They it's safe to spend they money over here
Everytime they cop from else, the shit wack
That shit there is doo-doo, the here is crack
Get them all higher than Scotty could ever beam
know it's safe to spend they doe over here
Fuck new shit, they high wear off too fast
Them niggaz got garbage, this is smack

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