Luyện nghe bài hát Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes in the club
11,12,13, pistols big as M
How the fuck we sneak in with this heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and don't even see us
Some pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like candles
vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady popping onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the club up
to get into some shit just itching to choke someone up
You know we loc'n when we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now you down you don't get up
And sit up your so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag big toe up
Heater no heater, no matic
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I or don't have it
You never what I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of ass you don't wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mac a mac milli
Really don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

Git Up Now!
Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there no stopping
gonna get it crackalatin
What you waiting for the waiters
Say no more for trying to play the and quit hating
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sitting, what the is you deaf
You motherfuckers listen, I said,
We to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
What the fuck you for get off the wall and quit hating

I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to it out
And explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't a slug, people run,
When the comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen while on parole,
you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to never leave to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.

Now it's it's about to be a misunderstanding
In moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Cause niggas don't the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac cats with 80 gats
And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you get it first
I disperse the crowd something vigor and versatile
So go on and record you now while you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some of riddle,
will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock ? stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Americans,
A ? nigga, we in you life and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a and get it crackin' tonight.