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

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

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, know them is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin' them
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all want it wit us, get carried away
the coroner

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I to him
I'm hungry, is eatin' four pounds, I walk through them
Either you shook or your 9
You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the around my way
Fuck my money you be shot the fuck up
The name got the streets locked the fuck up
off the bridge, body mopped 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 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 sold in the park I eat
Think different the mac'll 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, them things is
(Crispy)

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I walk with 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 roll with the boys the badge
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I laugh
the ave, where snitches get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you won't blow songs like that"

I say ,"Homie you sell your to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma it realer to death
is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the
Countin' the that snaps, think 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 can't 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)
Bills in the pockets, know things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy 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
the coroner

I'm you it's somethin' about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
They blood-thirsty for rap music yo
It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to
They not a group, they a gang for sho'
More than a gang, we more a troop and oh
Let's not forget to 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
They know it's safe to spend they money over
Everytime they cop from somebody else, the shit
That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is
Get them all higher than Scotty could beam them
They it's safe to spend they doe over here
that new shit, they high wear off too fast
Them niggaz got garbage, is that 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 gorillas
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know them 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