Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ready

Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready--playa what
All U Thugs Get Ready--all da clubbs get ready--Bussin sluggs get huh--homie what
coast get ready--dirty south get ready--west coast get ready--playa huh--homie what
Fed up wit you head up wit you thuggs--can't let up on you thuggs
Ready to on you thuggs

1
Quit runnin wit dose killers and
I'll trade you fo dem sluggs
Wit dese petti slangin dey druggs
Dey say dey love you, I
But all dey is da dough
N if you up
Still want it Hail Sleet Snow

N all ou -n- thuggs
You got dese girls in clubbs
On da floor it up
needin some love

Rappers die in da
Claimin dey keep it
Got yo glock wit yo
Baby da steel
I rather be in God's
dey plottin to kill
You adjust to da truth
Ima still be it real

Na tell me you thuggs beleivin
Got mothers
Squeezin
em flat
Fo no
Not breathen
you ready to ball
You rather slide down a mountain blades
In some

a Parona
Dis-ra-spectin yo
No no fear fo yo
Say you be on Manyanna

2
I was sent by God -n- message fo yo thuggs
You ain't feelin me huh--Dat's why you steady bussin
Leavin em dead in dey blood--got mommas feelin like
But shedd his own blood -n- you claim to be a thugg
You a coward dat's why you steady a steel
You a coward dat's why you leavin 'em in da field
You a I know son you claim you keepin it real
Maken dem you live -n- you die fo da scrill

Forget you rappers dat hear me
I it real
See you laughin -n- like it's a game
But you feel me
Da times I be feelin da yo Holy Spirit
Da I'm droppin
I know dat you thuggs feel it

See da in yo eye
So I gotta
You betta to me son
You ain't to die
To my Lord up in his eye
-N- ya gotta em why
You waste yo life gettin
So now you fry
Bye Bye
So was it it wit yo homies pufin lah
Or wit dese girls up in da
you all between dey thighs
Na why
Claimin dat you to ball
You rather slide down a full of blades in some alcohol

Girls up in dis
U's a queen up in dis
Don't loose yo up in dis thang
Fo da up in dis thang

you tired of sheddin tears
w/homies dats years
When u to make a change
(Say Homie) we here

3
You cat's gone see da
Fo sellin yo soul in dis
Son you to read da Word
So you can learn to
It's all da weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain
Talkin killin babies, I think really insane

All u cowardd be hittin, when you spittin
Split like a serpent
Leave em b-4 dey bittin

I use to run in -n- wilin puffin on Laah
I got lockdown on da were you gettin no smiles