Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grits

Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz get blowed.
We all get rich and have fat cars and clubs.
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz 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 could be rich one day.
And the next end up broke.
I'm glad I learned my lesson, way in '87.
I was around the mouth, by them burritos, 7-11.
Boy I used to think it was all about jewelry, and fits.
Till an O-G told me, young get yo grits.
Now I get grits and sums are lum.
like Roy Jones, mind like Donald Trump.
R,-U-L-B-S.
Everything me is a. B.S.
So hustle, I deal with he-o.
He gonna pay a nigga like real 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 get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get and have fat cars and clubs.
Bitches get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and have fat and clubs.

Dre]
I fen for green and I'm clocking it fast.
like has no meaning when yo pockets is flat, Boy.
Gotta have that on this came I'm scrabblin'.
getting' spittin' mittens Hamilton Hamilton's Uh.
Cheese chase and replace in them hate yo wigs who no cheese.
No time to be my conversations 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 hungry homey, lonely, they grits.
Bitches be phony, on me for chips, that a bitch?
But I brake, and I don't fake, gotta keep it real.
And they gone hate, 'cause I'm gone make, a meal.

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

[Mac
Money this world spin.
Not yo man or girlfriend.
I keep my mind on dollar.
Turnin' nothin' but my collar.
take care of me and my seed.
Buy what I want, not I need.
Nigga somethin' 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 what its all about.
Boy I my bankroll.
Don't feel cool if it too old.
Gotta get cabbage, get chips.
Gotta be a and get my grits.
for funk nigga, who want drama?
Collecting mail like 2Pac momma.
Cress sider, romp rider, might of yo bitch.
get my cabbage, bitchches, gravy and grits.

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

Dre talking]
Yeah, ya'll ain't a nigga though.
I'm in hungrier then a mothafucka.
Ain't got a dime in money.
But I bet ya after this drop Imma be real fat boy.
You what I'm saying.
I'm hungrier then a mouth wolf rite now.
get it.
And that big head mothafucka, who owe 100-dollar bill.
I'm after ya baby.
Yeah. Ya better runnin'.
Noah, ain't no runnin', Imma catch yo ass.
Gonna have a of ya'll mothafuckas.
Right there, up on the wander, in Wells Fargo Bank.
Real large baby, and it stop.
Young up in this bitch.
Fresh out. Clef full of top Ramn.
Punno through 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.
wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed.
We all get rich and have fat cars and clubs.