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
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in
Now what it be
You confused man, that shit don't seem right
How you cats on album only three mics?
'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy wasn't with me
Now get it on, soon you be dead and gone

Shorty got a bubble all she the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bitches
Type to let you but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes that'll that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 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, respect a G
Number one with a slug, what you expect me?
Are you

If you see a nigga frontin' shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same of Cris'
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a bitch frontin' in her best friend's
New sass weaven and fucked up
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)

Now all my put your hands up
Nah mami, if you fuck for doe you's a hoe
And no I'm not the one that don't drop the
I ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin' from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little 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 chillin'

Chicken neck ass bitch tryin' to palm the
charged me at the door, I would let you know
Get the jewel mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was
all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I a lot that got skeed on and that 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 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 Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)

Ludacris be the one street, clown wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm 'bout to make break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums
Chairs thrown the heat is attacked
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 degrees and you heard it me
But I'm to reach, around grabbin' my gun
scatter and run but I'm handlin' 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, throats is
And folks that get it they get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

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