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 hide her
Keep it baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me, I don't to get stared at
Niggaz only mad 'cause they can't rap
the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
Yeah, sealed delivered, Anthrax
You got a thousand I'll do numbers with half that

Catch me whylin' out with a in Club Black
Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel
Yeah, if it's something I'm you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing baby, what's up with that?
Talk on the jack like feds, got the tapped
Havoc make tracks, know, just hold that
Career ain't goin so well, I got
Slide you some hot shit, nigga 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)
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
want it wit us, don't get carried away
Call the

Yo, a closed don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' pounds, I walk through them
Either you or your 9 spray
You got a row of and a clip, one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money you be shot the 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 a nigga that can cramp my style
15 get money, frozen out
You cowards softer a bitch, get a baby wipe
Before I you what the 9 or three-eighty like
Want motherfucker come and get me
All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the
Not a nickel get in the park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you like the piece

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

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

I say ,"Homie you sell soul to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to
Fuck is a check if you bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the
Countin' the gang that snaps, how many straps and vests
We flash the pound around and knuckle down the
We hate the e-mails and the phones, the get blown
It's deep, we can't even speak in rooms

See the cats in the whips
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and 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
Y'all not for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all it wit us don't get carried away
the coroner

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

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

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)
Yeah, you all pussy son
Y'all not known for them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the