Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody Can Get It

When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean, I
And a be 70 Deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin' scrotum over his shoulder
And come up and do a by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you the next nigga

Bitch, nigga, what the up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull skirts up
think that you won't get touched, bitch

I'm in grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, what you gon' do?
I'm in grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't that you won't get touched, bitch

Hoes, hoes, money,
Mr. done stepped in the do'
(Bone crusher)
the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all want is a hug

Your bark is worse your bite, with your mean mug
Let's take it to the and we'll see what's up
Y'all knows me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft get dealt with swift-ily

I'm amazin', I always the heat
Pull the cake up the ground if he fuckin' with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you get touched

Grindin' niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to
As the go ah-ooh aah 'cause you know you fucked up
They wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers, this A-T-L

Bitch, nigga, what the up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull skirts up
Don't think that you get touched, bitch

I'm in your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
think that you won't get touched, bitch

I sit at the bar and tear up hundred bills
My car, my got 26 inch rims
I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the
Promethazine, codeine, and hubba rock

Million dollar dreams and and things of that nature
beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya
Told myself, I to stop pushin' hop
I need to pushin' hop so I can buy a WingStop

My young be bustin' guns, mashin' and pistol packin'
Smokin' so much 'dro that our lungs feel they collapsin'
I see you and yo' partners laughin'
Jaw-jackin' and and plottin'

Old soft-ass, medicated, nigga
You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dot
a head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'
And come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
it's E-4-oh from the Valle-Jo
Still rappin' like I'm po',

Bitch, nigga, the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched,

I'm in your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga you gon' do?
think that you won't get touched, bitch

I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I to
But is it worth it is the question I ask you
To your punk-ass
And is you bleedin', only to give Satan a good

Reason to play with me, bitch I'm sayin'
You don't listen 'less that sprayin' yo' ass
Glass breakin' in your home boy, you fast
I never mash out, 'til the iron up yo' body
you pass out, I pray to God for peace

I done best to get my black ass out of streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin' and bustin' the
You keep beggin' and give it to ya you bitch
In your face, back, your chest, neck and lungs

You war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my
A couple bitch you thugs'll give me a hug
Real gangster raise up, y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up
Or get yo' ass up, bitch nigga

And you have it
(And there you it)
can get it
(Anybody)

Don't act like you can't get touched,
Yeah, my dude Crusher
(That's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, Banner
And Belafonte, pimpskillet
Trust that, beotch,