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 this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they even see us
Some shit pops off we each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, in our flannels
Hands our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers want us
To up and rush 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 when we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now you down you don't get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the won't sew you up
They throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I or don't have it
You know what I'm packin' 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 don't be silly, homie you know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy 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 back up in this bitch, uh, there no stopping
gonna get it crackalatin
What you for the waiters orders
Say no more for trying to the wall and quit hating
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sitting, the fuck is you deaf
You don't listen, I said,
We bout to get this crackalatin'
Quit,
the fuck you waiting for get off the wall and quit hating

I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to get me,
Tempt me if you Swifty 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 with stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to leave witnesses to roam,
I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.

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