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 you see me, I don't like to get stared at
only mad 'cause they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man
Yeah, signed delivered, Anthrax
You got a thousand niggaz do numbers with half that

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

See the in the whips 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 things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
not known for bustin' 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, that's why I to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I through them
Either you shook or 9 spray
You got a row of and a clip, one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money you be the fuck up
The name Littles got the streets the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge, body the fuck up
When them Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up

There a nigga that can cramp my style
15 get money, frozen out
You cowards than a bitch, get a baby wipe
Before I show you the 9 or three-eighty like
Want beef come and get me
All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the
Not a nickel get sold in the 'less I eat
Think the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece

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

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I around with my pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze, missed with that dro and some hash
How I Why would you ask?
Know I'm swingin' my piece, full of G's, gun in the stash
I know you all roll with the boys with the
That's why when you kick that rap, homie I just laugh
the ave, where snitches get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you blow 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 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 the pound around and knuckle down the rest
We hate the e-mails and the phones, the get blown
It's deep, we 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, them they
(Wit me)
in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried
the coroner

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 fittin' to blow
They not a group, a motherfuckin' gang for sho'
than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
Let's not forget to mention our is whoa
All our get blown, all my fools is loc
Everytime we a new one the streets gon' go

Straight berserk, cause we don't 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 higher than could ever beam them
know it's safe to spend they doe over here
Fuck new shit, they high wear off too fast
Them got garbage, this is that smack

See the in the whips wanna
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and 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
not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all want it wit us get carried away
Call the