Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

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

got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bail
Type to let you fuck but never bitches
Down ass that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another 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, they a G
one with a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you

If you see a nigga fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, 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 friend's clothes
New weaven and fucked up toes
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)

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

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

You let him in at one time you thought 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 that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff 'dro
But when time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)

be the number one street, clown 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', crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is
And you the street, sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to the niggaz that want us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West other than
Cover your chest, cover your mouth

I'm goin' deep down Dirty indeed, in need
Thirty degrees and you it from me
But I'm to reach, around grabbin' my gun
They scatter and run but I'm handlin' and some fun
They keep, rounds up under the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't it ain't, no wonder 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 they're the type
But when it's time to go to war runnin' for dear life
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 that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)

Yeah, T S,
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that
Yeah, Rock L D
Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on with