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

Why you over lookin' at me, while my girl standin' there?
These bitches actin' like they seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in
Now it be like?
You confused man, that shit don't even right
How you cats on your album only mics?
'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy wasn't with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be and gone

got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bitches
Type to let you fuck but tell bitches
Down ass hoes grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 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 with a slug, you expect from me?
Are you

If you see a frontin' fake shit on his wrist
around 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 sass weaven and fucked up
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)

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

Chicken ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
Should've me at the door, I would let you know
Get the same jewel full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, kiss
I a lot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the like, "Bitch I sucked 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 with
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, time 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 Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)

Ludacris be the number one street, clown wishin 'em
Cause I'm 'bout to make break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a FUCK
And you a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums crack
thrown when the heat is attacked
And you hear the street, sound, hitters and
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the that want us
Are headed East bound, 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, grabbin' my gun
They scatter and run but I'm and havin' some fun
They gotta keep, rounds up under the bed, up under the
If it ain't then it ain't, no you dead
So go to sleep, now, is splitted
And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit,

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 Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Got this runnin' around like he's my fam
We did time in joint? I don't know you man
Get the on with 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, Charlie L D
Ton' Montana rest in peace,
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that