Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How We Get It / Splack - Interlude

I'm saying gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know I'm saying?
Don't waste no time playa on another nigga
what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody
If you should be for sure to walk out your door your 44.

Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't no mo'

Man, fuck rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would please let me know, what cha' got to show

For when thangs slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must afloat

Momma still work 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, get it for sho'

Cause we full-time grinders, hard time hustlas

Get it how we it, from the smoke unto the dust
tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', it all come back

Now up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was
like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass

So get face up out the floor
And know it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is to live
My life day by day, in the way I should
So who the is you to tell me how to live it good
To the that went bad, from dwellin' in your path

To partna' a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you at home
Under your sheets in your sleep
Like when them bitches that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and me what you see

It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' in the streets
So don't you with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit

Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so duck quick

I put my down, I pick my rhyme up

Ain't no money loss, I it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, to be made
10% in church, oh it's a now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I a lil' bit
Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood

I went from thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, all the same
And you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it's all
They feel what I feel, thats they need to kill

A nigga tryin' to live, I pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to you dance a lil'