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 many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and 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 colt handles, hold them roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fo fannas
Who come all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady popping onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the club up
Fixing to get into shit just itching to choke someone up
You we finna loc'n when 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 your so 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 have or have it
You never know what I'm packin' so you just want no static
And open up a can of whoop ass you don't wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mac a mac milli
Really homie be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
it lets 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 bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping
We're gonna get it
What you waiting for the waiters
Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sitting, what the is you deaf
You don't listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker
Quit,
What the 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 be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' your blood,
Inglewood, steepin' a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and your soul, nigga.

Now it's proven it's about to be a
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers
Cause niggas don't know the difference, you just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna with a walking 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 and versatile
So go on and record you now while you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock that ? 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 back a knife and get it crackin' tonight.