Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

Whoa, whoa,
All you ass niggaz
Callin' all ass bitches
Yo, get the on with that
Get the Hell on with
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin' at me, my girl standin' there?
bitches actin' like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, really get your hands in there
Now what it be
You confused man, that shit even seem right
How you cats on your only three mics?
Like 'Pac is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy wasn't fuckin' me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be and gone

Shorty got a bubble all she the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bitches
Type to let you fuck but tell bitches
Down ass that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and them down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' with the feds when they for me
No cuffs, no guns, they a G
one with a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you

If you see a nigga fake shit on his wrist
Walk all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a frontin' in her best friend's clothes
New weaven and fucked up toes
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)

Now all my ladies put your up
Nah mami, if you fuck for doe you's a hoe
And no I'm not the one don't drop the notes
I only ice the beef and the coat
Think you gettin' from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty
So get the Hell on with that, don't you weave and it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm I'm just chillin'

Chicken neck ass bitch tryin' to the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I let you know
Get the same jewel mouth of heavy mo'
Coulda you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick was innocent
all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video like, "Bitch I his dick"

You let him in at one 'cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, dude your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)

Ludacris be the one street, clown wishin 'em luck
I'm 'bout to make them break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, bottles is breakin', crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is
And you the street, sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz want us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West other than
Cover your chest, they cover your

I'm goin' down Dirty indeed, birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard it me
But I'm 'bout to reach, grabbin' my gun
They and run but I'm handlin' and havin' some fun
They gotta keep, rounds up the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep, now, is splitted
And folks get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

Yo, yo, all these that claim thug like they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin' for life
Get the Hell on that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Got clown runnin' around like he's my fam
We did time in what I don't know you man
Get the Hell on with
(Say what, say what?)
Get the Hell on that
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Yeah, T S,
Get the Hell on with that, get the on with that
Yeah, Charlie L D
Ton' Montana in peace, 2001
Get the on with that, get the Hell on with that