Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grits

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

[Mac
I play laugh and smile, but I life ain't no joke.
You be filthy rich one day.
And the morning 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 to think it was all about jewelry, cars and fits.
an O-G told 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 nigga real 'cause he know.
You don't me or my scrill.
Boy I'm hella cool but make me kill.
Just up this pimpin' tip.
And listen to me I say, Get yo grits.

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

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

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

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

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

[Mac Dre
Yeah, ain't feeling a nigga though.
I'm in here hungrier a mothafucka.
Ain't got a in Mexican money.
But I bet ya after this shit Imma be real fat boy.
You what 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 after ya baby.
Yeah. Ya better runnin'.
Noah, ain't no runnin', Imma catch yo ass.
Gonna have a million of mothafuckas.
Right there, up on the wander, in Wells Fargo Bank.
large baby, and it don't stop.
Young Clef up in bitch.
Fresh out. Clef full of top Ramn.
Punno through his vanes.
Yeah, he me too.
And you we gonna get it
YOU KNOW WE GET IT!

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 wanna get rich and fat cars and clubs.