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
Keep it gully boy, share that
Easy when you see me, I don't like to get at
Niggaz only mad they asses can't rap
Soup the up, if you want, get your man clapped
Yeah, signed delivered, Anthrax
You got a thousand I'll do numbers with half that

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

See the in the whips 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
not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all want it wit us, get carried away
Call the

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

ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
15 get money, livin' out
You cowards softer than a bitch, get a wipe
I show you what the 9 or three-eighty like
Want beef motherfucker 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 in the whips 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, them things is
(Crispy)

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

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

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 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
Call the

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

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

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, them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz son
Y'all not for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried
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