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 is gettin' curious homie you better hide her
it gully baby boy, share that
Easy you see me, I don't like to get stared at
only mad 'cause they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up, if you want, get man clapped
Yeah, sealed signed delivered,
You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half

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

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

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I 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 my money you be shot the fuck up
The name Littles got the streets the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge, mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys or pop the fuck up

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

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

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I around with my pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some
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 with the boys with the
That's why you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
From the ave, where get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you won't blow makin' like that"

I say ,"Homie you sell soul to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it to death
is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the with the gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps, think how many and vests
We the pound around and knuckle down the rest
We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get
It's deep, we even speak 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 gorillas
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin' guns
So for the 9, I got beef for
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried
Call the

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

Straight berserk, cause we play with that there
know it's safe to spend they money over here
Everytime they cop from else, the shit wack
That there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
Get them all higher than could ever beam them
They know it's to spend they doe over here
Fuck that new shit, they high off too fast
Them niggaz got garbage, is that smack

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