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

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

got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bail
Type to let you but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes grind that dough
Catch me with another and beat them down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink with the feds when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they a G
Number one a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you

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

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

neck ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
Should've 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
all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I a lot that got skeed on and that 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 with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on 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 with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)

Ludacris be the number one street, clown 'em luck
Cause I'm 'bout to make them a leg thinkin' I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums
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 your

I'm goin' deep down Dirty indeed, birdies in
degrees and you heard it from me
But I'm 'bout to reach, around my gun
They scatter and run but I'm and havin' some fun
They gotta keep, up under the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep, now, is splitted
And folks 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 runnin' for dear life
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Got this clown runnin' around like my fam
We did time in what joint? I know you man
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)

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