Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get With That

Yeah!!
Check it it out
Uhhh gotta keep it fat

Jay Z (repeat 2X)

I get with that
I gotta it thick never miss so I hit em like this

Straight to the track my lyrics is phat I rip it the down
More than a fluke I'm regularly wreckin this so what now
With so many niggas that's it's harder to detect who I be
Well out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ * bring it back
I be nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it I go, I zoom back
than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit
I give you a snotty nose from blows
Nobody's safe at a even Gotti goes adios
I Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, I and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, to flip, I doubt it
No need to prolong, out the man gone, haha

The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin stress
Cause just around the beez the best player
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your
You better blow that out
The Jigga's back, you brothers are
I'll amaze the way Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?
You me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin thzn me
Although cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy
And we all gotta fall off, but you G
be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your ass
We hits, and harmony, like Take 6
you brothers double pumped up them fake hits
Our never Sell-A-Out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell mouth, uh

how we do
All year round, this is how it down
Now it out

I don't it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds
So I bought a machine and it goes
A
How many styles I gotta kick to I'm def?
I can even-hah-kick that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga
Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad
This nothin but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to loot.. so
my thing is tight, can't slip, grip
a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my
And just in you didn't know peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for your
Two crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya is rougher than mine

repeat 2X

Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the
a little help along, c'mon
Sacue Money defintly
Big Jaz in the
Superman type shit