Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

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

Shorty got a all she need the silicone
my A T L bitches, pay my bail bitches
Type to let you fuck but tell bitches
Down ass hoes that'll grind that
Catch me with another chick and beat down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' with the feds when come for me
No cuffs, no guns, respect a G
Number one with a slug, 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 on with that
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If you see a bitch in her best friend's clothes
New sass weaven and up toes
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
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Now all my ladies put hands up
Nah mami, if you fuck for doe then a hoe
And no I'm not the one that don't the notes
I only ice the beef and the coat
Think you gettin' somethin' from me your are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a throat
So get the Hell on with that, you weave and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm alright I'm just

neck ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
Should've me at the door, I would let you know
Get the same jewel mouth of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug the guy with the mo'
But yo, I never met a chick that was innocent
They all some, eat some, never 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 you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
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Yo, every time you smoke, dude your 'dro
But it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
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Ludacris be the number one street, clown wishin 'em
I'm 'bout to make them break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, is breakin', craniums crack
Chairs when the heat is attacked
And you hear the street, sound, and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to the niggaz that want us
Are East bound, trouble in West other than South
Cover your chest, they your mouth

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

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin' for life
Get the Hell on with
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Get the Hell on that
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Got this runnin' around like he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't you man
Get the Hell on with
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Get the on with that
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Yeah, T S,
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that
Yeah, Rock L D
Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the Hell on that, get the Hell on with that