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
it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me, I don't to get stared at
only mad 'cause they asses can't rap
Soup the 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 packed
Yeah, if it's something I'm feelin you that
And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with
Talk on the like feds, got the phone tapped
Havoc make tracks, didn't know, hold that
Career ain't so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a

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

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

ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
15 get money, frozen out
You softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
Before I show you what the 9 or three-eighty
Want beef come and get me
All this rap in the booth, or in the street
Not a nickel get sold in the park I eat
Think different the spin you like the G-Unit piece

See the cats in the whips
(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 things is
(Crispy)

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

I say ,"Homie you sell soul to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, keep it realer to death
Fuck is a if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the scrilla 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 the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
deep, we can't even speak in certain rooms

See the cats in the whips
(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 pussy son
Y'all not for bustin' 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 Deep boys, they no
They for that rap music yo
It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb to blow
They not a group, they a motherfuckin' for sho'
More than a gang, we more a troop and oh
Let's not forget to mention our jewels is
All our get blown, all my fools is loc
Everytime we drop a new one the streets go

Straight berserk, we don't play with that there
They it's safe to spend they money over here
Everytime they cop somebody else, the shit wack
That there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
Get all higher than Scotty could ever beam them
They know it's safe to spend they doe over
that 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, them 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 for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried
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