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 there lookin' at me, while my girl standin' there?
These actin' like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, really get your hands in there
Now it be like?
You confused man, that shit even seem right
How you cats on your album three mics?
Like shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy 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 bail
to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes 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' with the when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, respect a G
one with a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you

If you see a nigga fake shit on his wrist
around all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a bitch frontin' in her friend's clothes
New sass weaven and 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 hands up
Nah mami, if you for doe then you's a hoe
And no I'm not the one that drop the notes
I ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin' from 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 on with that, I'm alright I'm just chillin'

Chicken neck ass bitch tryin' to the dough
charged me at the door, I would let you know
Get the same mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy the mo'
But yo, I never met a chick that 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 'cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he pay you no mind
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff 'dro
But it's time 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?)

be the number 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, hitters and
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the that want us
Are headed East bound, in West other than South
your chest, they cover your 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 under the bed, up the spread
If it then it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep, now, throats is
And that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

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

Yeah, T S,
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that
Yeah, Rock L D
Ton' Montana in peace, 2001
Get the Hell on with that, get the on with that