Luyện nghe bài hát Get Wild

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

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

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

and dogs, hold up it is cats and dogs
Keep with the dog its gonna be cats in the morgue
million, sold let's keep it real
Most killers ain't even twenty-two years old

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

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

It just don't look right, bullshit don't cook right
The judge ain't throwin' the right
Should thank the that you blew up softy
talk greasy you grew up off me

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

Stop but don't hate, cause everybody got a lil' blood to
The thugs'll go ape, the women'll around
Shortly after is when the jealousy sets in
they'll shut it down

It's just raspy nothin' on the neck wrist ware just
There's no way I'm letting this 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 wild fool
You my style, get crunk
bounce, niggaz bounce
And let me give you that shit, blunt shit
While I you bang it out your trunk

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

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

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

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

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

fly, get away
You my style
it out your trunk
While I make you bang it out trunk