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 more dough, off the books
(You gelly)

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

When I see fat asses I make fat passes quarterback
is alla that, your shit, all the wack
Open candela, if you foolin' wit mah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high

Fly fella, my beats, to make your crowd get up
I'm fed up, niggaz bring it, whatever
I'ma storm your parade blow legs off
(Parade)
With a grenade, now you flappin', a mermaid
off, bitch you cough 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, rubbin' her ass, my buttonfly
I could already imagine my stuck inside
Everytime I strike, haters be like, "Dat guy"

How's yo? It's hard for you to swallow
It take much for us to let the metal holla
Lead's out of a old black 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 me, they love you)
Whatchu do?
(What, what, what?)
Nigga whatchu do?
(What, yo)

Here's to my pollyin' niggaz who
To the who be lovin' the chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch
Players who be the hoes with no brains

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

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

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

How's that yo? hard for you to swallow
It don't take much for us to let the metal
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)
Whatchu do?
(What, what, what?)

Nigga gonna do?
(What, yo)
Beatnuts 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 hands up, throw your hands up
(Get money, get money)
your hands up, throw your hands up