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 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
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman
Vannas vo vannas, fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't 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 tear the whole up
Fixing to get into shit just 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 throw up
See you talk that hoe shit now you down you don't get up
And sit up your so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
They just throw you up in the 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 know 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 homie don't be silly, homie you don't me really
just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get 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, ain't no stopping
We're get it crackalatin
What you waiting for the orders
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 to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
What the 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 to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty 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,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction hoe,
I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm I'm prone to roll 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 the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who fuck 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 vigor and versatile
So go on and record you verses now 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 knife and get it tonight.