Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'Em

This is the part we-
is the part
This is the part we- (what's up? - when we get 'em)
(Cha Cha niggaz) this is the part (when we 'em)
(Rocket) is the when we- (when we switch 'em - flat line)
is the part (when we ditch 'em)
This is the when we- (when we get 'em baby)
(Holla at me) go!
is how

I - IIIII - - IIIII get 'em (yo Cha)
I - IIIII - IIIII - get 'em (Cha, hold on Cha)
I - IIIII - IIIII - get 'em (wait a minute Cha, wait 'till the beat drop)
I get 'em, I 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em (show 'em how we hit 'em Cha)
I - - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (uh huh)
I - IIIII - IIIII - get 'em (hot shit)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (pump this in Jeep motherfuckers!)
I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I 'em

[Verse one: Cha
I {*gun stick 'em
I - IIIII 'em
'em and switch 'em, that's how I - IIIII ditch 'em
Keys in the ignition, get missin'
WE DO COMITMENTS (holla)
Hit the club, to my mission
Same type of sippin', niggas no different
It's pimpin' if you see us in it
Jeeps get (???????)
It's gold and labels, no brads at this table
Yellow and bottles, you know what that mean? y'allin'
Know you got to if you cop a skwat
This shit goes no then the parking lot
Burns a tab (???????) back to pad
Be lucky if a broad you mad to the lab
that we stab, look backwards and laugh
take a in the air
Two fingers, that's how a bounce

[Hook: Cha Cha: "this is how" (repeat 11X) minor variations]

(That's how I stick 'em babe) I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (get 'em, I 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em)
I - IIIII - IIIII - get 'em, I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em
I get 'em (uh huun)
I 'em
I 'em
I ditch 'em (that's how I 'em babe)
I - - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em, I - IIIII - IIIII - get 'em
I get 'em (uh huun)
I 'em
I 'em
I ditch 'em (that's how I 'em babe)

[Verse two: Cha
You might ketch me in Bahamas, when I'm wit him
Tell him bring the Condoms wit him, he gon hit 'em
I always liein' a little, bullshit him
Tell his ass lye on the pillow, let him 'em
Pop dom wit him, and up (?) wit him
Create wit him, but I don't wined up wit him
I just my cake, hair back to the states
Know it's two case, "Oh yea, by the way..."
I'M A HUSLA
And you got played
Thanks for the trip, I got payed
That's you get, tryin' a hotel

I tax for the stress when it's (?) to
Wynnin', we (?)
Why we can't
That's I lie
"It's not you, the PMS"
I reverse the
You should the same
I always dig at your
So I dig at your
is how

X2

[Verse three: Cha
These niggers deserve Oscars, yet Grammies
all sing the same damn song for the panties
From Mike, Donald and Danny, down in
To Nate Pinstate
California Randy
And DJ like (?) New York and L.A.
He around D.C. but be in V.A.
So, from Cha-City to Detroit City
They all say the same
(???????)
Get it

2X

[Cha Cha] "C.-C-H-A"(repeat fades)
Cha Cha
None
Uh huh
RockHead, that beat
Uh. . make these motherfuckas breath to it deeply}
Yea I that
go
Uh huh

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