Luyện nghe bài hát Get Out Yo Feelin's

Started from the bottom, made it to the top; mad
Pull in Maybachs and drops; they mad
Well it, be mad
(Mustard on the beat, ho!)

Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out yo
Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out your
Get out your feelings, get out feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your

Damn, Mustard back now, wipe me
Hit a model the back now, wipe me down
Spend it, get it right now, wipe me down
Ooh, my homies sendin' packs now, wipe me
All about the money, never these honeys
Knock a bitch, hit a bitch, then bounce
I be on my bunny, oh
You look like a hater, mad faces when I walk
[?] out in your bity a bag for the walkthrough
I'm better with
Spendin' on the argue.. wait, why even argue?
Bitch, who are you? You mad,
Oh, why they mad
Please, somebody, me why they mad)
Wish I was bad, huh?
Wish I was bad
Prayin' on a real downfall, that's sad
I'm quick to a nigga the real so quick
Like, stop hatin', get on shit
I'm quick to tell a nigga the real so
Like, hatin', get on your shit, nigga

Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out yo
Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out your
Get out your feelings, get out your
Get out feelings, get out your feelings

I'm quick to tell a nigga the real, real
I'm with all the pull ups at the field real
Pull up with a pair of heels and steal bitch
Shoot a real Hilton, for real, lil' bitch
Yeah, hate these niggas so they emo
I just sold my and bought a kilo
I just put rims on my Eagle
I should sell this verse a needle, yeah, yeah
Once a time I was broke, now I'm flexin'
Now beat through closet with the Goyard section
Two bi bitches 'em both directions
If you do not stretch it then hoes not pressin' (you mad)
I just did another show Mustard (you mad)
Ayy, I just signed to 400 (you mad)
Now I can move my to the suburbs (you mad)
You make your daddy wish he a rubber (he mad)

Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out yo
Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out your
Get out your feelings, get out feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your

You mad
Oh, that's why mad
Please, somebody, me why they mad
He mad
Wish I was bad
on a real nigga downfall, that's sad
You mad
Oh, that's why mad
Please, somebody, me why they mad
He mad
I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real nigga downfall, sad
You mad

Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out yo
Get out yo, get out yo, get out yo, get out your
Get out your feelings, get out feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your