Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my girl there?
These actin' like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, really 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 niggaz livin' bummy fuckin' with me
Now nigga get it on, you be dead and gone

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

If you see a nigga fake shit on his wrist
Walk all night, same bottle of Cris'
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 and fucked up toes
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(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 drop the
I only ice the beef and the coat
Think you gettin' somethin' from me your are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty
So get the on with that, don't you weave and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm alright I'm chillin'

Chicken ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I let you know
Get the jewel mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy the mo'
But yo, I ain't met a chick that was innocent
all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on and 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 that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(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 a FUCK
And you a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the is attacked
And you hear the street, sound, hitters and
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the that want us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West other than
Cover your chest, they cover mouth

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

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that thug like they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin' for life
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Got this runnin' 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 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' Montana rest in peace,
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on with