Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my girl standin'
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 don't even seem
How you cats on your album only three
Like shit is funny to me
All you niggaz bummy wasn't fuckin' with me
Now get it on, soon you be dead and gone

Shorty got a 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 that'll that dough
Catch me another chick and beat them down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' with the feds when come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they a G
Number one with a slug, what you from me?
Are you

If you see a frontin' fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, bottle of Cris'
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a bitch in her best friend's clothes
New weaven 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 your 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 only ice the and rock the coat
Think you gettin' from me your thoughts are broke
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 I'm just chillin'

neck ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I let you know
Get the same mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy the mo'
But yo, I never met a chick that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, never
I know a lot that got 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 on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff '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 them break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a
And you a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums crack
thrown 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 other than South
Cover your chest, they cover mouth

I'm deep down Dirty indeed, birdies in need
Thirty 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
gotta keep, rounds up under the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you
So go to sleep, now, is splitted
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 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 like my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't you man
Get the Hell on 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 Hell on that
Yeah, Charlie L D
Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on that