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

Catch me whylin' out with a mami in Black
Enough on the wheels me feel like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's something I'm feelin you runnin'
And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up that?
on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped
Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just that
ain't 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 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 niggaz son
not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all it wit us, don't get carried away
the coroner

Yo, a closed mouth get fed, that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I through them
you shook or your 9 spray
You got a row of and a clip, one in the head around my way
Fuck with my you be shot the fuck up
The name got the streets locked the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge, body the fuck up
When them Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up

There ain't a nigga that can my style
15 get money, frozen 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 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 cats in the wanna
(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)

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 you ask?
Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the
I know you all roll with the with the badge
why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
From the ave, snitches get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you won't blow makin' like that"

I say ,"Homie you sell your to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it 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 the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
deep, we can't even speak in certain rooms

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)
in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz 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
Call the

I'm tellin you it's somethin' about them Deep boys, they no joke
They blood-thirsty for rap music yo
It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb 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 jewels is
All our get blown, all my fools is loc
Everytime we drop a new one the streets go

Straight berserk, cause we play with that there
know it's safe to spend they money over here
Everytime cop from somebody else, the shit wack
That shit is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
Get them all higher Scotty could ever beam them
They know it's safe to spend doe over here
Fuck that new shit, they high off too fast
niggaz got garbage, this is that smack

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