Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grits

Bitches wanna get licked, wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and fat cars and clubs.
Bitches wanna get licked, wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and fat cars and clubs.

[Mac
I play laugh and smile, but I life ain't no joke.
You could be rich one day.
And the next end up broke.
I'm I learned my lesson, way back in '87.
I was wide the mouth, by them burritos, 7-11.
Boy I used to it was all about jewelry, cars and fits.
Till an O-G me, young nigga get yo grits.
Now I get and sums that are lum.
like Roy Jones, mind like Donald Trump.
R,-U-L-B-S.
Everything me is a. B.S.
So hustle, I must with he-o.
He gonna pay a like real 'cause he know.
You play me or my scrill.
Boy I'm hella cool but make me kill.
sake up this pimpin' tip.
And to me when I say, Get yo grits.

Bitches get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and fat cars and clubs.
Bitches wanna get licked, wanna get blowed.
We all get rich and have fat cars and clubs.

[Mac
I fen for green and I'm clocking it fast.
'Cause like has no when yo pockets is flat, Boy.
Gotta have that cheese on this I'm scrabblin'.
Quit getting' mittens Hamilton Hamilton's Uh.
Cheese and replace in them hate yo wigs who make no cheese.
No time to be waistin' my conversations G's.
Savage about it not without out it, let me you shout it.
My cabbage sprouted, jackers scout it, boy I don't it.
Niggaz is hungry homey, lonely, without grits.
Bitches be phony, on me for chips, ain't a bitch?
But I don't brake, and I fake, gotta keep it real.
And they gone hate, I'm gone make, a mothafuckin' meal.

Bitches wanna get licked, wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get and have fat cars and clubs.
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and fat cars and clubs.

[Mac
Money makes world spin.
Not yo man or girlfriend.
I keep my on that dollar.
Turnin' down but my collar.
Gotta care of me and my seed.
Buy I want, not what I need.
Nigga want somethin' substantial made, I don't want no damn aid.
Getting' them from the G.O.V.
You s-u-d-l-e.
day in, day out,
Big what its all about.
Boy I my bankroll.
Don't cool if it ain't too old.
Gotta get cabbage, get chips.
Gotta be a and get my grits.
Ready for funk nigga, who want
Collecting just like 2Pac momma.
Cress sider, romp rider, of robed yo bitch.
Gotta get my cabbage, bitchches, and grits.

Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and fat cars and clubs.
wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed.
We all get rich and have fat cars and clubs.

[Mac Dre
Yeah, ya'll feeling a nigga though.
I'm in here then a mothafucka.
Ain't got a in Mexican money.
But I bet ya this shit drop Imma be real fat boy.
You know I'm saying.
I'm hungrier a short mouth wolf rite now.
get it.
And big head mothafucka, who owe that 100-dollar bill.
I'm coming ya baby.
Yeah. Ya better runnin'.
Noah, ain't no runnin', Imma catch yo ass.
Gonna a million of ya'll mothafuckas.
Right there, sittin' up on the wander, in Fargo Bank.
Real baby, and it don't stop.
Young Clef up in bitch.
Fresh out. full of that top Ramn.
Punno rinnin' his vanes.
Yeah, he me too.
And you know we get it
YOU KNOW WE GET IT!

Bitches wanna get licked, wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and fat cars and clubs.
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz get blowed.
We all get rich and have fat cars and clubs.