Luyện nghe bài hát Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the
11,12,13, pistols big as M
How the fuck we sneak in with this heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a and they don't even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its guns
Vanos vo vano, in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo
Who back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers want us
To come up and in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
from Runyan, steady popping them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to the whole club up
to get into some shit just itching to choke someone up
You know we finna when we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people shit up
See you talk hoe shit now when you down 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 tag your big toe up
no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or don't it
You never know what I'm so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mac a mac milli
Really homie be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it just 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
We're gonna get it
What you waiting for the orders
Say no more for to play the wall and quit hating
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sitting, what the is you deaf
You don't listen, I said,
We bout to get motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
What the fuck you waiting for get off the and quit hating

I keep a load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, run,
When the comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, steepin' a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to never leave to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the in scroll,
At the toll, I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.

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