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 with
Get the Hell on that
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there at me, while my girl standin' there?
These actin' like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your in there
Now it be like?
You confused man, that shit don't even right
How you cats on your only three mics?
Like shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy wasn't 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 bail
Type to let you fuck but never bitches
ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat down 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, what you expect me?
Are you

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

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

Chicken neck ass tryin' to palm the dough
Should've me at the door, I would let you know
Get the same mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug the guy with the mo'
But yo, I never met a chick that was innocent
They all some, eat some, never 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 'cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he pay you no mind
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff 'dro
But when it's to go cop, he ain't got no dough
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 wishin 'em
Cause I'm 'bout to them break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, is breakin', craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the is attacked
And you hear the street, sound, and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the that want us
Are East bound, trouble in West other than South
Cover your chest, they your mouth

I'm goin' down Dirty indeed, birdies in need
degrees and you heard it from me
But I'm 'bout to reach, around my gun
They and run but I'm handlin' and havin' some fun
They gotta keep, 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 folks that get it gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that thug like they're the type
But it's time to go to war they runnin' for dear life
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Got this clown runnin' around like 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 Hell on with that, get the on with that
Yeah, Rock L D
Ton' Montana in peace, 2001
Get the Hell on with that, get the on with that