Luyện nghe bài hát Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here trouble in the club
11,12,13, big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our
Hands our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo
Who come all bananas, banna 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 popping onions,
set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixing to get into some shit itching to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixing with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people shit up
See you talk that hoe now when you down you don't get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, no matic
Mac or no mac it don't if I have or don't have it
You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't 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 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 back up in this bitch, uh, there no stopping
We're get it crackalatin
What you waiting for the orders
Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit
Git Up Now!
you're sitting, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers listen, I said,
We to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
What the fuck you for get off the wall and quit hating

I keep a load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed
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' 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, I'll write the in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to up and disconnect your soul, nigga.

Now proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, & mothers suing
Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to
It's sickening, you can't even in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac cats with 80 gats
And maybe that's the reason you gon' get it the worst a
And since you in front of everybody 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 it's not a joke, some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party 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 with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.