Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get With That

Yeah!!
Check it it out
Uhhh haha 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 is phat I rip it the hell down
More than a I'm regularly wreckin this joint 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 it up like that
Stingin it, it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * 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 together
I you a snotty nose from body blows
safe at a party even 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, to flip, I doubt it
No to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

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

how we do
All round, this 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 my fingers and countin 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 that shit-hah-and a breath
You can't see this, ask this Dash
Now he don't cause I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's but the truth
Many Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so
my thing is tight, can't slip, grip
like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm
I ain't checkin for you you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know peep the --
It goes, one for your mind
Two crushers for your spine
Cause of ya game is rougher than mine

Chorus: 2X

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