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, big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and don't even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like candles
vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers Runyan, steady popping them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to the whole club up
Fixing to get into some shit just itching to choke up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixing coke coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you 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, automatic no
Mac or no mac it don't if I have 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 whoop ass you don't wanna to
Risk it no biscuit, mac a mac milli
Really don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna 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 up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping
We're get it crackalatin
What you waiting for the waiters
Say no more for trying to 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 for get off the wall and quit hating

I keep a shit of bullets a pitbull to pull it out
And automatically explode on until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me to terrified to come get me,
me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, steepin' a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm runnin' 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 about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers
Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches stick to fiction
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 80 gats
And maybe the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of you gon' get it first
I disperse the crowd with something vigor and
So go on and record you verses now you got a mouth,
And not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock that ? stop you waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even native Americans,
A ? nigga, we back in you life and in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it tonight.