Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

Why you over there lookin' at me, my girl standin' there?
These bitches actin' like they seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your in there
Now what it be
You confused man, that shit don't even right
How you cats on your album three mics?
Like shit is funny to me
All you niggaz bummy wasn't 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 bitches
Type to let you fuck but tell bitches
Down ass that'll grind that dough
Catch me with chick and beat them down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' the feds when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they a G
Number one with a slug, what you expect me?
Are you

If you see a nigga frontin' fake shit on his
Walk all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the Hell on with
(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 Hell on with
(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 and rock the coat
Think you gettin' somethin' from me your thoughts are
Might get a 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 neck ass tryin' to palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I let you know
Get the same jewel mouth of heavy mo'
Coulda you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a 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 video like, "Bitch I his dick"

You let him in at one 'cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)

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

I'm goin' deep down Dirty indeed, birdies in
Thirty degrees and you heard it me
But I'm 'bout to reach, around 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 it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep, now, is splitted
And folks that get it gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

Yo, yo, all these that claim thug like they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they for dear life
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Got clown runnin' around like 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 on with that
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Yeah, T S,
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that
Yeah, Rock L D
Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that