Luyện nghe bài hát Get Wild

All my niggaz, all my
Get high, get drunk get buck fool
You my style, get crunk
Bitches bounce, bounce
And let me give you funk shit, blunt shit
While I make you bang it out trunk

You cats, talk slick but walk when the dog hit
The dog coming back to the raw shit
Aww shit, they let me back out the gate
Back out to tape, back out to

Back off the so please back out the way
Before I blow ya out with this fuckin' AK
Don't a fuck what a nigga say no matter who he sound like
Make sure you know what the rain is but it's be coming down like

Cats and dogs, hold up it is and dogs
Keep fucking with the dog its be cats in the morgue
Twenty-two million, sold let's keep it
Most y'all killers even twenty-two years old

Ain't never felt the cold wet behind the
Know what real pain is, cried real
I go bogard and stand my ground
Fuck y'all niggaz, it's how goin' down, baby

All my niggaz, all my
Get high, get drunk get wild buck
You know my style, get
bounce, niggaz bounce
Let me give you that shit, blunt shit
I make you bang it out your trunk

It just don't look right, bullshit coke don't right
The judge throwin' the book right
Should thank the Lord that you blew up
Don't greasy you grew up off me

I letting go of the block
And if I get a good grip I ain't lettin' go of the lock
If I happen to pinched, I ain't goin' to
I'm to get aquatinted with niggaz in general pop

Stop but don't hate, cause everybody got a blood to donate
The thugs'll go ape, the women'll come
Shortly after that is when the sets in
Then they'll shut it

It's just raspy nothin' on the neck wrist ware just
no way I'm letting this money just get past me
When all I had to do in the first
the beginning was get nasty

All my niggaz, all my
Get high, get drunk get buck fool
You know my style, get
Bitches bounce, bounce
And let me give you that funk shit, shit
While I make you it out your trunk

Niggaz been waitin' for that west coast shit, I them to go fish
Blowin' in a purple Laker jersey wit' the gold kicks
Bitches be like you a mutha fuckin' trip
Hop in the whip and lean that mutha fucka flip

And every club in Cali crackin' it's town
Keep a couple of with me that'll bang you down
Now mama put switches on and make it jump
Before me you needed Lil' Jon to it crunk

Now for real come to Cali take ya pump
My New York niggaz leave y'all wit' razor
Now pappa raised a stone, I feel like pops
In the absence of Makaveli, I feel Pac

So even though I got the deal I still pop
Right in front of the po, po you could my shots
Man, all my niggaz carry we feel like SWAT
And that's the reason why Rialto feel Watts, come on

All my niggaz, all my
Get high, get drunk get buck fool
You my style, get crunk
Bitches bounce, niggaz
And let me give you that funk shit, shit
While I make you it out your trunk

Can't fly, get
You know my
Bang it out your
I make you bang it out your trunk