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 in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and don't even see us
shit pops off we squeeze 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 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
from Runyan, steady popping them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the club up
Fixing to get into some shit itching to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe now when you down you don't get up
And sit up your so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
They just 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 have it
You never know what I'm packin' so you just 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 don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy what the dealy
Fuck it lets 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
you waiting 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 motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
the fuck you waiting 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 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 think 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 still runnin' stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm to never leave 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 it's it's about to be a misunderstanding
In moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Cause niggas don't the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking
Pyromaniac cats with 80 gats
And maybe that's the that you gon' get it the worst a
And you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I disperse the crowd with something 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 that ? stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Americans,
A ? nigga, we in you life and back in your wife,
Hit you in the with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.