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

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 you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing baby, what's up with that?
Talk on the like feds, got the phone tapped
make tracks, didn't 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 whips
(Get me)
But I got the and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz son
Y'all not for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all it wit us, don't get carried away
Call the

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' pounds, I walk through them
you shook or your 9 spray
You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the around my way
Fuck with my money you be the fuck up
The name Littles got the streets locked the 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 cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby
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 get sold in the park 'less I eat
Think different the spin you like the G-Unit piece

See the in the whips 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)

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I walk with my pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze, with that dro and sprinkled some hash
How I roll? Why you ask?
Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the
I know you all roll with the boys the badge
That's why you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
From the ave, where get blast
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 it realer to death
is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the with the gun on the deck
the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests
We flash the pound 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 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 don't get away
Call the

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

Straight berserk, cause we play with that there
know it's safe to spend they money over here
Everytime they cop from somebody else, the wack
That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is
Get all higher than Scotty could ever beam them
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 in the whips wanna
(Get me)
But I got the and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, gorillas they
(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 beef for
want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the