Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

Whoa, whoa,
All you frontin' ass
Callin' all frontin' ass
Yo, get the on with that
Get the on with that
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my standin' there?
These bitches actin' like never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, really get your hands in there
Now it be like?
You man, that shit don't even seem right
How you on your album only three mics?
'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy fuckin' with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be and gone

Shorty got a all she need the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bitches
Type to let you but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes that'll grind dough
Catch me with another chick and them down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' with the feds when come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they a G
Number one with a slug, what you expect me?
Are you

If you see a nigga fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a bitch frontin' in her friend's clothes
New sass weaven and fucked up
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)

Now all my ladies put your up
Nah mami, if you for doe then you's a hoe
And no I'm not the one that drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the
you gettin' somethin' from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty
So get the Hell on with that, don't you and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm I'm just chillin'

Chicken neck ass bitch tryin' to palm the
Should've charged me at the door, I let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of mo'
Coulda you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was
They all fuck some, eat some, never
I know a lot that got on and that was it
See me in the video like, "Bitch I his dick"

You let him in at one time 'cause you he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he pay you no mind
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop, he got no dough
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)

Ludacris be the number one street, wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm 'bout to make them break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a
And you catch a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums
Chairs thrown when the heat is
And you the street, sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West other South
your chest, they cover your mouth

I'm goin' deep down Dirty indeed, in need
Thirty degrees and you it from me
But I'm 'bout to reach, grabbin' my gun
They and run but I'm handlin' and havin' some fun
They gotta keep, rounds up the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't, no you dead
So go to sleep, now, is splitted
And folks that get it they get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

Yo, yo, all these that claim thug like they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin' for dear
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Got this clown around like he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't you man
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
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Yeah, T S,
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that
Yeah, Charlie L D
Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on that