Luyện nghe bài hát Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, comes trouble in the club
11,12,13, big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and don't even see us
Some shit pops off we each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our
Hands around our colt handles, hold like roman candles
vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady popping onions,
Ready set to go nut up, to tear the whole club up
Fixing to get into some shit just itching to someone up
You know we finna when we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my throw shit up
See you that hoe shit 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 you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no
Mac or no mac it matter if I have or don't have it
You never know I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
And up a whole can of whoop ass you don't wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mac a mac milli
Really homie don't be silly, homie you don't know me
You're just make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
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 get it crackalatin
you waiting for the waiters orders
Say no more for trying to play the and quit hating
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 waiting for get off the wall and hating

I keep a shit 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,
Tempt me if you think won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' 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 known to never witnesses to roam,
I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.

Now it's proven it's about to be a
In furniture moving, bullets flying, & mothers suing
Cause niggas know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna with a walking psychopathic
shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you get it first
I disperse the crowd with vigor 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 lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock that ? stop you 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.