Luyện nghe bài hát Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not we come, here comes trouble in the club
11,12,13, pistols big as M
How the we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and don't even see us
shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our
around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the don't want us
To up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
from Runyan, steady popping them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, to tear the whole club up
Fixing to get into some shit just to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixing 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, automatic no
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or have it
You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't want no
And open up a can of whoop ass you don't wanna chance to
it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie don't be silly, homie you don't me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy 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 up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping
gonna get it crackalatin
What you for the waiters orders
Say no for trying to play the wall and quit hating
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sitting, the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers listen, I said,
We to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
What the fuck you waiting for get off the wall and quit

I keep a load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out
And explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to get me,
me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' your blood,
Inglewood, without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still with stolen toasters while on parole,
you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the 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 about to be a
In furniture moving, bullets flying, & mothers suing
Cause niggas don't the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac cats with 80 gats
And maybe that's the that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of 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 not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a that ? stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even native Americans,
A ? nigga, we back in you life and back in wife,
Hit you in the with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.