Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my girl standin'
These bitches like they never seen a millionaire
my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
Now it be like?
You confused man, that shit don't even seem
How you cats on your album only three
Like shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy wasn't fuckin' me
Now get it on, soon you be dead and gone

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

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

Now all my put your hands up
Nah mami, if you fuck for doe you's a hoe
And no I'm not the one that don't the notes
I ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin' somethin' me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty
So get the Hell on with that, don't you weave and it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm alright I'm just

Chicken ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
charged me at the door, I would let you know
Get the same jewel full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, kiss
I know a lot got skeed 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, every time you smoke, dude puff your
But when it's to go cop, he ain't 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, clown 'em luck
Cause I'm 'bout to make them break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a
And you a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums crack
Chairs thrown the heat is attacked
And you hear the street, sound, and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West other South
Cover your chest, they cover mouth

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

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the
But when it's time to go to war they runnin' for dear
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Got clown runnin' around like he's my fam
We did in what joint? I don't know you man
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)

Yeah, T S,
Get the Hell on with that, get the on with that
Yeah, Rock L D
Ton' Montana rest in peace,
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on that