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

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my standin' there?
These bitches actin' like they never seen a
my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
Now it be like?
You confused man, that shit don't even right
How you cats on your album only three
Like shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy 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
ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another 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, bottle of Cris'
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 best clothes
New weaven and fucked up toes
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)

Now all my ladies put hands 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 and rock the coat
Think you gettin' from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a wheeze and a salty throat
So get the Hell on with that, you weave and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm I'm just chillin'

Chicken neck ass tryin' to palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I let you know
Get the jewel mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug the guy with the mo'
But yo, I never met a chick that was innocent
all fuck 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 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 your 'dro
But it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)

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

I'm goin' deep Dirty indeed, birdies in need
degrees and you heard it from me
But I'm to reach, around grabbin' my gun
They and run but I'm handlin' and havin' some fun
gotta keep, rounds 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 that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit,

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the
But it's time to go to war they runnin' for dear life
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(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 that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)

Yeah, T S,
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on with
Yeah, Rock L D
Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that