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 Hell on with
Yo, yo, yo, yo

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

Shorty got a bubble all she the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bail
to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes that'll that dough
Catch me with chick and beat them 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, respect a G
Number one a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you

If you see a nigga frontin' shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same of Cris'
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a bitch in her best friend's clothes
New sass and fucked up toes
Get the on with that
(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 drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the
Think you gettin' somethin' from me your thoughts are
Might get a little and a salty throat
So get the on with that, don't you weave and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm alright I'm just

Chicken ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
charged me at the door, I would let you know
Get the same jewel 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
They all fuck some, eat some, never
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 on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
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 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 a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, bottles is breakin', crack
Chairs when the heat is attacked
And you the street, sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the that want us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West other South
Cover your chest, they cover your

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

Yo, yo, all niggaz that claim 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 on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Got this clown runnin' around he's 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 that
(Say what, say what?)

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