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 baby boy, share that
Easy you see me, I don't like to get stared at
Niggaz only mad 'cause they can't 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 whylin' out with a in Club Black
Enough on the wheels make me feel like the packed
Yeah, if it's I'm feelin you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby, up with that?
Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone
make tracks, didn't know, just hold that
Career goin so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a

See the in the whips wanna
(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, know things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy 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

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I walk through
Either you 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 shot the up
The name Littles got the streets locked the up
off the bridge, body 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, livin' out
You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby
Before I show you what the 9 or three-eighty
Want motherfucker come and get me
All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the
Not a nickel get in the park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit

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)

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I walk around my pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze, missed 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 with the boys with the badge
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, I just laugh
From the ave, snitches get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you won't makin' songs like that"

I say ,"Homie you sell your to glitter, it don't last"
I get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't a tec
Nigga we countin' the with the gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps, think how many and vests
We flash the around 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 they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz son
Y'all not known for them guns
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 them Mobb Deep boys, no joke
blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb to blow
They not a group, they a motherfuckin' gang for
More a gang, we more like 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 don't play that there
They 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 higher than could ever beam them
They know it's 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 pounds and 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
Y'all not known for them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all want it wit us don't get away
the coroner