Luyện nghe bài hát Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, 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 they don't see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one 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 back all bananas, banna loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't us
To come up and rush in the and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, to tear the whole club up
Fixing to get into some just itching to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixing with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you 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 don't it
You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't want no
And open up a whole can of 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
just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D 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 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 to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
What the fuck you waiting for get off the wall and quit

I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to 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 Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak blood,
Inglewood, steepin' 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 never witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.

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