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 homie you better her
it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me, I like to get stared at
Niggaz only mad they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up, if you want, get man clapped
Yeah, sealed delivered, Anthrax
You got a thousand niggaz do numbers with half that

me whylin' out with a mami in Club Black
Enough on the wheels me feel like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if something I'm feelin you runnin' that
And we let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?
Talk on the jack feds, got the phone tapped
make tracks, didn't know, just hold that
Career ain't 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, 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 beef for
Y'all want it wit us, don't get carried
Call the

Yo, a closed don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is four pounds, I walk through them
Either you shook or your 9
You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head my way
Fuck with my money you be the fuck up
The name got the streets 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 softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
Before I show you the 9 or three-eighty like
beef motherfucker come and get me
All rap in the booth, or whassup in the street
Not a nickel get in the park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit

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)
in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I walk around with my 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, pocket full of G's, gun in the
I you all roll with the boys with the badge
That's why when you kick gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
From the ave, snitches get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you won't blow makin' songs 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 countin' the scrilla the gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps, think how straps and vests
We flash the pound and knuckle down the rest
We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get
It's deep, we can't speak in certain rooms

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

I'm tellin you it's somethin' about them Mobb boys, they no joke
They blood-thirsty for that rap yo
It's not a song, it's a bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group, they a motherfuckin' gang for
More than a gang, we more like a and oh
Let's not forget to mention our is whoa
All our get blown, all my fools is loc
Everytime we drop a new one the gon' go

Straight berserk, cause we don't play with that
They it's safe to spend they money over here
Everytime they cop from somebody else, the wack
That shit is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
Get them all higher than Scotty could ever them
They know it's safe to spend they doe here
that new shit, they 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, gorillas they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know them is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz son
Y'all not known for bustin' them
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all want it wit us don't get away
Call the