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 with
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my girl there?
These bitches actin' 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 even right
How you cats on your only three mics?
'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz bummy wasn't 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 bail
to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and them down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' with the feds when come for me
No cuffs, no guns, respect a G
Number one with a slug, you expect from me?
Are you

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

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

Chicken neck ass tryin' to palm the dough
charged me at the door, I would let you know
Get the jewel mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick was innocent
all fuck some, eat some, never 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 'cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he pay you no mind
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(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', craniums
Chairs thrown when the heat is
And you hear the street, sound, hitters and
Killers and gunners, to summer the niggaz that want us
Are headed East bound, in West other than South
Cover your chest, cover your mouth

I'm deep down Dirty indeed, birdies 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
gotta keep, rounds up under 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 gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

Yo, yo, all niggaz that claim thug like they're the type
But when time to go to war they runnin' for dear life
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Got this clown runnin' like he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I know you man
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
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Yeah, T S,
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on that
Yeah, Rock L D
Ton' Montana in peace, 2001
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that