Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

Whoa, whoa,
All you frontin' ass
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, wanna get your hands in there
Now it be like?
You confused man, that don't even seem right
How you cats on your album only mics?
Like 'Pac shit is to me
All you niggaz livin' wasn't fuckin' with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and

Shorty got a bubble all she the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bitches
to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat them down to a
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 expect me?
Are you

If you see a frontin' fake shit on his wrist
around all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a bitch frontin' in her friend's clothes
New weaven and fucked up toes
Get the Hell on 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 fuck for doe then a hoe
And no I'm not the one that drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the
Think you gettin' somethin' me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a 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 to palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of mo'
Coulda made you a thug the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, kiss
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 time 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 that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your
But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)

Ludacris be the number one street, clown 'em luck
Cause I'm 'bout to make them break a leg thinkin' I'm a FUCK
And you a beat, down, bottles 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 want us
Are East bound, trouble in West other than South
Cover your chest, cover your mouth

I'm goin' deep Dirty indeed, birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you it from 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, is splitted
And folks that get it they gotta get the on widdit, BIATCH

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the
But when it's time to go to war they runnin' for life
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Got this clown runnin' around he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't you man
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)

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