Luyện nghe bài hát Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here trouble in the club
11,12,13, pistols big as M
How the fuck we sneak in with this heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and don't even see us
Some shit off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our
Hands around our handles, hold them like roman candles
vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, popping them onions,
set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixing to get into some just itching to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you you don't get up
And can't sit up so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag big toe up
Heater no heater, no matic
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I or don't have it
You never know I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of ass you don't wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mac a mac milli
Really homie don't be silly, you don't know me really
just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

Git Up Now!
Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and
Its D12 is up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping
gonna get it crackalatin
What you for the waiters orders
Say no more for to play the wall and quit hating
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sitting, what the fuck is you
You motherfuckers listen, I said,
We bout to get motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
What the you waiting for get off the wall and quit hating

I keep a shit load of bullets a to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't a slug, people run,
the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters on parole,
you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.

Now it's proven about to be a misunderstanding
In moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just to fiction
sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats 80 gats
And maybe that's the reason you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you get it first
I disperse the crowd with something vigor and
So go on and you verses now while you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a from my equittle,
And a that ? stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit liver, I'll even shoot native Americans,
A ? nigga, we back in you and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it tonight.