Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Handz Off

The is history
Neo 'em rockin' baby
Double R
I got part right here

From the to the finish, I'mma bark on contenders
Wanna tarnish my image, I can't promise
See I was never like this, my moms would never like
And yall was never like us, that's why yall never us

See I might take ya style, flip it make it crack
Sell a couple mil get some stacks, you go now take it back
I'm lines of fire, I'm in the line of fire
Designer attire makin' me a of desire

I just rhyme to inspire, ya favorite line
I run thru fan signs and land mines the size of
How many minds inquire, I got and acquired
Enough to make yall resign and retire

Now hold on and stomp, stomp
Get ya off me
Now hold on and just stomp,
Get ya off me

This is hot as it gets, ya shits not as
My flow got 'em convinced, they ain't got at him
My against the wall, so if I turn and flee
And run from in front of me, that wont make no sense at all

This for my dons and divas, and non believers
They just tryna deceive us like Judas Jesus
Why you tryin' to this, don't take kindness for weakness
you behind the speakers, body minus some pieces

You got records to sell, I got records to
You will never excel me, measure the rate
I got too much at stake, I follow my fate
Annihilate and dominate and I even tryna wait

Now hold on and just stomp,
Get ya off me
Now on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya off me

While you hang out I bang out, make moves like shots out
Wanna know what my 'bout? They be like 'shut yo damn mouth'
Ya chances are slim, makin' on Jin
you shootin' the breeze, I'm dancin' with the wind

This is not ya ordinary, my style sorta
Slaughter you, than ya crew 'cause you know the more the
You already the outcome, so how come you doubt son
I'm goin' out by any necessary malcolm

Hip hop without Jin is like without guns
Churches nuns, bankers without funds
Smokin' without lungs, without slums
If my fans force me, get ya hands off me

Now hold on and stomp, stomp
Get ya off me
Now hold on and stomp, stomp
Get ya off me