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 fuck we in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a and they don't even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine
vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, them like roman candles
vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, clips loaded
Managers, and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want 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, prepare to the whole club up
Fixing to get into some shit itching to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixing coke with 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 sit up your so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, no matic
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or don't it
You never what I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of ass you don't wanna chance to
it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys 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 ain't no
We're gonna get it
What you waiting for the orders
Say no more for trying to the wall and quit hating
Git Up Now!
you're sitting, what the fuck is you deaf
You don't listen, I said,
We bout to get this crackalatin'
Quit,
What the 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 you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come 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 runnin' with stolen while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction hoe,
When I unload, I'm to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to 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 in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac cats with 80 gats
And maybe that's the reason that you get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you get it first
I disperse the crowd with something vigor and
So go on and record you verses now you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock ? stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll 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.