Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out Now

"Watch out now"
Yea, yeah, uh, uh
Mm, mm

Get money, get
(Get, get money, get money)
(Get, get money, get money) uh, uh

(Get)
Get money, get
(Get money)
(Get)
Get money, get

Yeah, get money, get money, "Listen to the verse"
"Watch out now"

Aiyo my on, I gotta get my grub on some to, to
(I to, to)
Order three of mo', mo'
We gettin' more dough, off the
(You gelly)

Pullin' more off the looks
(You gelly)
You wan' hate me? your wifey, wants a autograph?
From the in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that

When I see fat I make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is that, your shit, all the wack
candela, if you foolin' wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, since, junior high suela

Fly fella, takin' my beats, to make your get up
I'm fed up, niggaz bring it, whatever
I'ma storm your parade your legs off
(Parade)
With a grenade, now you flappin', like a
Yappin' off, bitch you at the lips

While I'm at the bar, baggin', the bartender
Then I bag chick, with a, "Hi," and the eye
She did the butterfly, her ass, against my buttonfly
I could already imagine my shit inside
Everytime I strike, be like, "Dat fucking guy"

How's that yo? hard for you to swallow
It don't take for us to let the metal holla
Lead's bustin' out of a old Impala
Thug nigga fuck wit, muchacha malla

Big Ju, lo conllo, how we do? How we do?
(How we do)
(How the girl don't only love me, love you)
gonna do?
(What, what, what?)
Nigga whatchu do?
(What, yo)

Here's to my pollyin' who campaign
To the killers who be lovin' the and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the and snatch chains
Players who be pimpin' the hoes no brains

Front watch a nigga get from close range
The most range, crazy won't change
Beatnuts, die hard, you want pain?
you walkin' outta here breathin' is insane

Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a rash
You got a stash, came in the club with a free pass
I ain't even know they made a for your cheap ass
Makin' me laugh, you was in wearin' kneepads

Now the beef has, gotten over head
over you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs
'Til of us said, platinum gettin' took this year
'Cause for real, there ain't nothin' but crooks in here,

that yo? It's hard for you to swallow
It don't take much for us to let the holla
bustin' out of a old black Impala
Thug only fuck wit, muchacha malla

Big Ju, lo conllo, how we do? How we do?
(How we do)
(How the girl don't only me, they love you)
Whatchu do?
(What, what, what?)

Nigga gonna do?
(What, yo)
last line
"Whatcha gon' do Beatnuts come through baby"

(Get money, get money)
Les
(Get money, get money)
Big Ju
(Get money, get money)

(Get money, get money)
(Get money, get money)
(Get money, get money)

Throw your hands up, your hands up
(Get money, get money)
Throw your hands up, throw your up