Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get With That

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

Jay Z (repeat 2X)

I can't get with
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em this

Straight to the track my is phat I rip it the hell 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
check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Original rap, I'm it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * it back
I be that with a gat, boom-clack
Don't sweat it when I go, I zoom back
Better than ever, better, you better, whatever
I the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from blows
Nobody's safe at a party Gotti goes adios
I Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One verse and a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I it
No need to prolong, out the man gone, haha

The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with
Cause just around the corner the best player
You're my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You blow that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga's back, you are flat
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 rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy
And we all gotta off, but you first G
I'll be the last, be a, cold day in hell
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, with your wack ass
We hits, and harmony, like Take 6
While you brothers pumped up them fake hits
Our never Sell-A-Out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better your mouth, uh

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

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

Chorus: 2X

Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. in the ninety-five
with a little along, c'mon
Money defintly repesentin
Big Jaz in the
production type shit