Luyện nghe bài hát Get Out Yo Feelin's

Started from the bottom, made it to the top; mad
Pull in Maybachs and Wraith drops; mad
fuck it, be mad
(Mustard on the beat, ho!)

Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out yo
Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out your
Get out your feelings, get out your
Get out feelings, get out your feelings

Damn, back now, wipe me down
Hit a model from the now, wipe me down
Spend it, get it right back now, me down
Ooh, my sendin' packs now, wipe me down
All about the money, never these honeys
Knock a bitch, then hit a bitch, bounce
I be on my bunny, oh
You look like a hater, mad when I walk through
[?] out in your bity plus a bag for the
I'm better with
less on the argue.. wait, why even argue?
Bitch, who are You mad, huh?
Oh, why they mad
Please, somebody, me why they mad)
Wish I was doin' bad,
Wish I was bad
Prayin' on a nigga's downfall, that's sad
I'm quick to tell a nigga the real so
Like, hatin', get on your shit
I'm quick to tell a the real so quick
Like, stop hatin', get on your shit,

Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out yo
Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out your
Get out your feelings, get out your
Get out feelings, get out your feelings

I'm to tell a nigga the real, real quick
I'm with all the pull ups at the real quick
Pull up with a pair of heels and your bitch
a real Perez Hilton, for real, lil' bitch
Yeah, bitches hate these so they emo
I just sold my heart and a kilo
I just put rims on my Eagle
I should sell this verse a needle, yeah, yeah
Once a time I was broke, now I'm flexin'
Now it's beat through closet the Goyard section
Two bi sent 'em both directions
If you do not stretch it then these not pressin' (you mad)
I did another show with Mustard (you mad)
Ayy, I just to 400 Summers (you mad)
Now I can my mama to the suburbs (you mad)
You make your wish he wore a rubber (he mad)

Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out yo
Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out your
Get out your feelings, get out feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your

You mad
Oh, that's why mad
Please, somebody, me why they mad
He mad
Wish I was bad
on a real nigga downfall, that's sad
You mad
Oh, why they mad
Please, somebody, me why they mad
He mad
I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real downfall, that's sad
You mad

Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out yo
Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out your
Get out your feelings, get out feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your