Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Daddy [Remix]

See the problem is I ain't nowhere
Can shoot at me, can at me
Take best shot (this is the remix)
Suck a dick no
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 mom feel hell-a pain
Walk like I got a broom in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, tool in my pants, damn
Man these better stay in they lane
And if they ain't getting the picture, it in the frame
VVS's stay in my (bling) they in my ring (There they go)
You must of your will already if your sayin our names
Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter
You hung with the you double dutch or hoola-hooper
Hop skip and jumpin, block clickin and
Glock clickin and dumpin, it's the

[J.R.
I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggaz
Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white glitter
hand bling, the right one shiver
Stallion, medallion, a ice cold
The white flipper
That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight lipo mister
This psycho
That ain't ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller
This ain't to me, a scrapper at its best
No rapper could impress, man I'm right out the jets
You rappin
But it's lookin like a movie
How sendin all these damn actors at the set

[Jim
It goes get 'em (Goonies)
Soul niggaz they sick and flabby, (they up)
Young fly and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin)
snappin pictures 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 to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath full of
And ya boy fly like he was dressin for Easter
The big Pachorte, Capo the
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 Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund
Paul Akin, ha ha, who think they car jackin
You and a dump, I slumped and I slump
mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front
See ya react, Hud six threw me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, them shits is Snacks
I see stars, I'm a G pa
the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to it hot
Feel Pac I know it's set up
Them old niggaz know I'm bout to take spot
no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. get 'em up in I.C.U.
Like I see you at the BP, 'em off G.P.
from VA, PA, down to D.C.
D.O.A. if you up on my P.C.
C-74 'em over to P.C.
Chuck D, we the '06 P.E.
me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
All about G's B, we the B.G.
Byrd Dipset, D.I.P. see
KRS-One, the great B.D.P.
You wanna the crew, then you must see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham
Cause I'm with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, act funny style
In one ear, yeah, 220 thou'