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 that
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you there lookin' at me, while my girl standin' there?
These bitches actin' like they seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna 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?
'Pac shit is funny 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 bail
to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes grind that dough
Catch me with another and beat 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, respect a G
one with a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you

If you see a frontin' fake shit on his wrist
around all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(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 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 only ice the and rock the coat
Think you somethin' from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a throat
So get the Hell on with that, you weave and feel it
Get the on with 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 jewel mouth full 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 fuck some, eat some, never
I know a lot got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video like, "Bitch I 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 on with 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 Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)

be the number one street, clown wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm 'bout to make them break a leg I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, is breakin', craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the is attacked
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
Cover chest, they cover your mouth

I'm goin' down Dirty indeed, birdies in need
degrees and you heard it from me
But I'm to reach, around grabbin' my gun
They and run but I'm handlin' and havin' some fun
gotta keep, rounds up under 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 get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like the type
But when 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 what joint? I know you man
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)

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