Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

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

Shorty got a all she need the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bail
Type to let you fuck but never tell
ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat them down to a
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink with the feds 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 fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of
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 on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(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 beef and rock the
Think you gettin' somethin' from me thoughts are broke
get a little wheeze and a salty throat
So get the Hell on with that, don't you weave and it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm alright I'm just

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

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

I'm goin' deep down indeed, birdies in need
Thirty and you heard it from me
But I'm to reach, around grabbin' my gun
They scatter and run but I'm handlin' and havin' fun
They gotta keep, rounds up under the bed, up 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 niggaz 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 like 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 that
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Yeah, T S,
Get the Hell on with that, get the on with that
Yeah, Charlie L D
Ton' rest in peace, 2001
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that