Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off Me

I'm tryna try
When haters do what they do and steady the lie
Laughing while we, ridin' and
'Cause we know they ladies will let us slide in their pie
Yeah, they us nook nook crooks
'Cause all hear from the room is babadook-dook-dook
Yeah, you I make rooks book?
Well my singin' partner to murder before he do the hook, look

from nothing, I did it
Y'all mad you didn't
mad 'cause y'all ain't in it
Y'all mad 'cause I got the master plan, got no limit
I ride to your block and let this drop when I finish
Uh, yeah, put that on head
People thought we was recording 'cause the dot red
I just do for my homies 'till the block get fed
I rap slow so you what the fuck I said
But
Ok I'm still on my grind, holding down with it
I'm keepin' my
Open ya eye
thinking you're blind
Strap to the back, a Mac' in a backpack
Homies' strapped, and ready to
Feeling Biggie, I'm Ready To Die

So get off me
get off me
I just got no time for all these bitches and your soft way
So get off me
get off me
I just don't got no for all you bitches and your soft way

Whoever said Tech Nina the shizzy is a busta deluxe with cheese
My foot is ready to ya and scuff the 3's
You couldn't move 'em with a Mustard beat plus with
'Cause you's a sorry mother-sucker, I'll ya then puff the trees
I'm for
Do I her, certainly so
Your lady say she don't 'member ever before
Till she had this player in the of the west, a flirtin' negro
knock her way down the coach from her burkin' ego
Ya it?! (I heard it!)
Let's give it up for the KC
But I wanna get up in the race, we sing
When I get up on a beat, bake these schemes
at the Nina
I'm comin' at you a team of cleaners
and packin' the reamers
Thinkin' he better he be the dreamer

So get off me
get off me
I just don't got no time for all these bitches and your way
So get off me
get off me
I just got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

Bitches ain't shit and ain't never gon' be
Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat
Chach on thief shit
Dog off the shit
Get yo BMF
Yeah I'm on leach shit (what)
Money everywhere, nigga mine and we gunnin' everywhere
Pussy's gettin' no love a (February)
Cracked my enemy's then I fucked her everywhere
I'm all up in these streets and you suckas never there
80's and I grew up wish cluckas everywhere
Fuck that mad doggin' got a shot for stare
If you see fake take a look up in the mirror

So get off me
get off me
I just don't got no time for all these and your soft way
So get off me
get off me
I just don't got no for all you bitches and your soft way

Town!
Town!