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

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

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)
Bills in the pockets, them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz son
Y'all not known for bustin' guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
want 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' four pounds, I walk them
Either you shook or your 9
You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head my way
with my money you be shot the fuck up
The Littles got the streets locked the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge, mopped the fuck up
When them Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up

There ain't a nigga that can cramp my
15 get money, frozen out
You cowards softer a bitch, get a baby wipe
Before I you what the 9 or three-eighty like
Want beef motherfucker and get me
All this rap in the booth, or in the street
Not a get sold 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 pounds and 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
my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
How I roll? Why would you
Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket of G's, gun in the stash
I know you all roll the boys with the badge
why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get
They say,"No Noyd, you blow makin' songs like that"

I say ,"Homie you your soul to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to
Fuck is a if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we the scrilla with 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
deep, we can't even 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)
in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin' guns
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get away
the coroner

I'm tellin you it's about 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
They not a group, a motherfuckin' gang for sho'
More than a gang, we more like a and oh
Let's not forget to mention our jewels is
All our guns get blown, all my is loc
Everytime we drop a new one the gon' go

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

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