Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Hell on With That

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

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my girl 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 on your album only three mics?
Like 'Pac is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' wasn't fuckin' with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be and gone

got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bitches
Type to let you fuck but never bitches
Down ass hoes that'll grind dough
me with another chick and beat them down to a pulp
the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' the feds when they come 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 around all night, same of Cris'
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
Get the on with that
(Say what, say what?)
If you see a bitch frontin' in her best friend's
New sass weaven and up toes
Get the Hell on with
(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 that drop the notes
I only ice the and rock the coat
Think you gettin' somethin' from me thoughts are broke
Might get a little and a salty throat
So get the on with that, don't you weave and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm alright I'm chillin'

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

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

Ludacris be the number one street, wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm 'bout to make them break a leg I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums
thrown when the heat is attacked
And you hear the street, sound, hitters and
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the that want us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West other South
Cover your chest, they cover your

I'm goin' deep down Dirty indeed, in need
Thirty and you heard it from me
But I'm 'bout to reach, around my gun
They scatter and run but I'm handlin' and some fun
They gotta keep, rounds up under the bed, up under the
If it then it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep, now, throats is
And folks that get it they gotta get the on widdit, BIATCH

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