Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Daddy [Remix]

See the problem is I goin nowhere
Can at me, can stab at me
Take your best (this is the remix)
Suck a no homo
DipSet, remix, go!

Rell]
My flow is novocaine, my bars is (Katrina)
I got cain, mac in the melon range
Hop out and shells
I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a
Walk like I got a broom in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy tool in my pants,
Man these cowards better in they lane
And if ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's in my chain (bling) they in my ring (There they go)
You must of wrote your already if your sayin our names
Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung with the girls you double dutch or
Hop and jumpin, block clickin and jumpin
Glock clickin and dumpin, it's the

[J.R.
Listen I'm known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggaz
Ya sight blown, Right-o, my stones glitter
Left hand bling, the one shiver
Stallion, medallion, a ice picture
The stone flipper
That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like mister
psycho sicker
That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like on Thriller
This nothing to me, a scrapper at its best
No rapper impress, man I'm crack right out the jets
You indirect
But it's lookin like a shoot
How they sendin all damn actors at the set

[Jim
It get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Soul they sick and flabby, (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every nigga me pack heat, (we ballin)
Somebody snappin at me, (watch me)
Plus I know I got the F.B.I. of me
The cash the and how we buy exquisite V's
Don't get ya brains fried to a
My vest and my heater, breath full of
And ya boy stay fly he was dressin for Easter
The big Pachorte, the heavy
Packin 4-4 court case to drop on
Its Byrdgang we fly high
And the G-4 we get high in the sky

I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob
Paul Akin, ha ha, who think they car jackin
You and a dump, I slumped and I slump
They mad my like an elephant, the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, Hud six me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, them is Scooby Snacks
I see stars, I'm a G pa
the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to it hot
Feel like Pac I it's set up
Them old niggaz know I'm bout to they spot
no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. get 'em up in I.C.U.
I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.
Guns from VA, PA, to D.C.
D.O.A. if you up on my P.C.
switched 'em over to P.C.
Like D, we the '06 P.E.
me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
All them G's B, we the B.G.
Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see
Like KRS-One, the B.D.P.
You wanna the crew, then you must see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham
I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220