Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody Can Get It

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

Bitch, nigga, the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go your 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 grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't that you won't get touched, bitch

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

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

I'm amazin', I bring the heat
Pull the up through the ground if he fuckin' with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky &
Motherfucker don't act you can't get touched

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

Bitch, nigga, what the up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your 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, what you gon' do?
Don't think 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, water and hubba

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

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

Old soft-ass, medicated, nigga
You're out of line I told you once befo' dubya dot
Bust a dot com, on mine, hit the flo'
And don't back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the
Still rappin' I'm po', beotch

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

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

I'ma a motherfucker's ass if I have 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 damn

Reason to play with me, bitch I'm sayin'
You don't 'less that tec-9 sprayin' yo' ass
Glass breakin' in home boy, thinkin' you fast
I never mash out, 'til the smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for

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

You want war, you get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, no hoe in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you give me a hug
Real gangster niggaz raise up, y'all sticky niggaz blaze up
Or get yo' ass sprayed up, nigga

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

Don't act you can't get touched, peeyimp
Yeah, my Bone Crusher
(That's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, Banner
And E-40 Belafonte,
Trust that, beotch,