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

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

See the cats in the wanna
(Get me)
But I got the and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, gorillas 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 for days
Y'all 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 through them
Either you shook or 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 locked the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge, body the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys or pop the fuck up

There ain't a nigga can cramp my style
15 get money, livin' out
You cowards softer than a bitch, get a wipe
Before I you what the 9 or three-eighty like
Want beef motherfucker and get me
All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the
Not a nickel get sold in the park I eat
Think the mac'll 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, them they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, them things is
(Crispy)

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

I say ,"Homie you sell your to glitter, it don't last"
I get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death
is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the scrilla the gun on the deck
Countin' the that snaps, think how many straps and vests
We flash the pound around and knuckle down the
We hate the and the phones, the spots get blown
It's deep, we can't speak in certain rooms

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

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

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

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 for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get away
Call the