Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my girl there?
These bitches actin' 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 right
How you cats on your only three mics?
'Pac shit is funny to me
All you livin' bummy wasn't fuckin' with me
Now get it on, soon you be dead and gone

Shorty got a bubble all she need the
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bitches
Type to let you but never tell bitches
ass hoes 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' the feds when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, respect a G
Number one a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you

If you see a nigga frontin' fake shit on his
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 friend's
New sass weaven and up toes
Get the Hell on with
(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 don't drop the notes
I only ice the beef and the coat
Think you gettin' from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a wheeze and a salty throat
So get the Hell on with that, don't you weave and it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm I'm just chillin'

Chicken neck ass bitch to palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy the mo'
But yo, I never met a chick that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, kiss
I know a lot that got on and that 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 don't pay you no
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, puff your '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 that
(Say what, say what?)

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

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

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

Yeah, T S,
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on that
Yeah, Charlie L D
Ton' rest in peace, 2001
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on that