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' curious you better hide her
Keep it gully boy, share that
Easy when you see me, I don't to get stared at
Niggaz only mad 'cause asses can't rap
the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
Yeah, sealed signed delivered,
You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half

me whylin' 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 that
And we don't let a thing slide baby, up with that?
Talk on the jack feds, got the phone tapped
Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold
Career goin so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, it's 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 pussy son
not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all want it wit us, get carried away
the coroner

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I through them
Either you shook or your 9
You got a row of and a clip, one in the head around my way
with my money you be shot the fuck up
The name Littles got the locked the fuck up
off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys or pop the fuck up

There ain't a nigga that can cramp my
15 get money, livin' out
You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby
Before I you what the 9 or three-eighty like
Want beef 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 mac'll spin you like the G-Unit

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

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

I say ,"Homie you sell your soul to glitter, it last"
I don't get no bigger, keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the with the gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps, think how straps and vests
We the pound around and knuckle down the rest
We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get
It's deep, we can't speak 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, them gorillas
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all want it wit us get carried away
the coroner

I'm tellin you it's somethin' them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song, a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
not a group, they a motherfuckin' gang 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 don't with that there
They it's safe to spend they money over here
Everytime cop from somebody else, the shit wack
That shit there is doo-doo, the here is crack
Get them all higher than Scotty could ever them
know it's safe to spend they doe over here
Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too
Them got garbage, this is that smack

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