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 that
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
my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
Now what it be
You confused man, that shit even seem right
How you cats on your album three mics?
Like 'Pac shit is to me
All you livin' bummy wasn't fuckin' with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and

Shorty got a bubble all she the silicone
my A T L bitches, pay my bail bitches
Type to let you fuck but tell bitches
ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and them down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' with the feds they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they 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 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 sass weaven and fucked up
Get the Hell on with
(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 drop the
I only ice the and rock the coat
Think you gettin' somethin' me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty
So get the Hell on with that, don't you weave and it
Get the Hell on that, I'm alright I'm just chillin'

neck ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
Should've me at the door, I would let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of mo'
Coulda you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't met a chick that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, kiss
I know a lot got skeed 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 don't pay you no
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the Hell on 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 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, hitters and
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the that want us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West than South
Cover your chest, they cover mouth

I'm goin' deep down Dirty indeed, birdies in
Thirty and you heard it from me
But I'm 'bout to reach, grabbin' my gun
They scatter and run but I'm handlin' and some fun
They gotta keep, rounds up the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you
So go to sleep, now, throats is
And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit,

Yo, yo, all these niggaz claim thug like they're the type
But when time to go to war they runnin' 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 joint? I don't know you man
Get the Hell on with
(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