Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my girl standin'
These bitches actin' like they never seen a
Feel my pockets, wanna really get hands in there
Now it be like?
You man, that shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your only three mics?
'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy wasn't fuckin' me
Now get it on, soon you be dead and gone

Shorty got a all she need the silicone
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 another chick 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, they a G
one with a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you

If you see a nigga frontin' fake on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of
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 sass weaven and up toes
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)

Now all my ladies put hands up
Nah mami, if you fuck for doe then 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' from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a throat
So get the on with that, don't you weave and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm I'm just chillin'

Chicken ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
charged me at the door, I would let you know
Get the jewel mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, never
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 'cause 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 on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your
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?)

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

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

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