Luyện nghe bài hát Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes in the club
11,12,13, pistols big as M
How the fuck we sneak in with this many in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a and they don't even see us
Some shit pops off we each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, in our flannels
Hands around our handles, hold them like roman candles
vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady them onions,
set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixing to get into some shit just itching to someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixing coke with and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw up
See you talk that hoe shit now you down you don't get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the 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 what 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
it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin the dealy
Fuck it lets get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

Git Up Now!
Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no
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, the fuck is you deaf
You don't listen, I said,
We to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
the fuck you waiting for get off the wall and quit hating

I keep a shit load of a pitbull to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to get me,
Tempt me if you Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak blood,
Inglewood, without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to leave witnesses to roam,
I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.

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