Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

Why you over lookin' at me, while my girl standin' there?
These bitches actin' like they never seen a
Feel my pockets, wanna really get hands in there
Now it be like?
You confused man, that shit don't seem right
How you cats on your only three mics?
Like 'Pac shit is to me
All you livin' bummy wasn't fuckin' with me
Now get it on, soon you be dead and gone

Shorty got a bubble all she need the
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bail
Type to let you fuck but tell bitches
Down ass hoes that'll that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat them to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' with the 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 fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a frontin' in her best friend's clothes
New sass weaven and up toes
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with 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 only ice the beef and rock the
Think you gettin' somethin' from me your are broke
get a little wheeze and a salty throat
So get the Hell on with that, don't you and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm alright I'm chillin'

Chicken neck ass bitch tryin' to the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I would let you
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 chick was innocent
They all some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on and 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 on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the Hell on with
(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 I'm givin a FUCK
And you a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums crack
Chairs when 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 chest, they cover your mouth

I'm goin' deep down indeed, birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you it from me
But I'm to reach, around grabbin' my gun
They and run but I'm handlin' and havin' 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 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 dear
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Got this runnin' around like he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't you man
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
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Yeah, T S,
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on with
Yeah, Rock L D
Ton' Montana rest in peace,
Get the Hell on with that, get the on with that