Luyện nghe bài hát Get Me

(Get me)
Uh huh
(They pretty)
Uh huh
(Wit me)
Uh huh
(It's crispy)

Whoo! Uh huh, uh huh, yo

Y'all just smoke, fan in the fire
Your wife is gettin' curious homie you hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share
Easy when you see me, I like to get stared at
Niggaz mad 'cause they asses can't rap
Soup the up, if you want, get your man clapped
Yeah, sealed signed delivered,
You got a thousand niggaz I'll do with half that

Catch me out with a mami in Club Black
Enough on the wheels make me feel the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's something I'm feelin you runnin'
And we don't let a thing baby, what's up with that?
Talk on the jack like feds, got the tapped
Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold
ain't goin so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a

See the cats in the wanna
(Get me)
But I got the and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them gorillas
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin' them
So for the 9, I got for days
Y'all want it wit us, don't get carried
the coroner

Yo, a mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is four pounds, I walk through them
Either you or your 9 spray
You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the around my way
Fuck with my money you be the fuck up
The Littles got the streets locked the fuck up
off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the up

There ain't a nigga that can my style
15 get money, livin' out
You softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
Before I show you the 9 or three-eighty like
beef motherfucker come and get me
All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the
Not a get sold in the park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit

See the cats in the wanna
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know them is
(Crispy)

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I walk with my pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze, missed with dro and sprinkled some hash
How I Why would you ask?
Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket of G's, gun in the stash
I know you all roll the boys with the badge
why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
From the ave, where get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you blow makin' songs like that"

I say ,"Homie you sell soul to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma it realer to death
Fuck is a if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the with the gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps, how many straps and vests
We flash the pound around and knuckle down the
We hate the e-mails and the phones, the get blown
It's deep, we can't even in certain rooms

See the in the whips wanna
(Get me)
But I got the and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz son
Y'all not known for bustin' them
So for the 9, I got beef for
want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the

I'm tellin you somethin' about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to
They not a group, they a gang for sho'
More than a gang, we like a troop and oh
Let's not forget to our jewels is whoa
All our get blown, all my fools is loc
Everytime we drop a new one the streets go

Straight berserk, cause we don't play with there
They know it's safe to they money over here
they cop from somebody else, the shit wack
That there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
Get them all higher than Scotty could ever them
They know it's safe to spend they doe over
Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too
Them got garbage, this is that smack

See the in the whips wanna
(Get me)
But I got the and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz son
Y'all not for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the