Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

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Down, to the rhythm rock the walls
Go sporting and and I'm on the balls
Don't lacking I'm but I'm not ?Lou Wrong?
Disappeared for a year now I'm y'all
So get down with the entrepreneur of
Not a fat punk or a Shaolin Monk
Ain't with Johnny Cousin know as use at a jam
So to with Anne McMahon & Tom McCan
is the box, farmers is the street
Signing that's why I always eat
Up to you to guess whose the funky sound
If you don't know never mind on and get down

Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get

like haystacks cow-hold
Calling me a sucker boy pushin' a broom
If you try to pull a ace you'll get a in the face
All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the
Got a Cunningham from my happy days
Not the that play the bench for the Oakland A
He drop you to a hop to the he play
Couldn't keep it a secret I'm L.L. J
Rhymes are all and real all real
Yo Earl, tell the party people the

Yo listen
Ya no thing, can't complain
They catch like a muh'fuck to J

That's right I'm back talks how to rap
He used to Smurf now you're cause my name's on the map
Sit and lie my homeboy Earl says is that he hats
With a hands a hatcher, Cut Creators in bat
Cut Creator on the the teachers pet
man with ten fingers you've ever met
And sooner or we'll have to sit
Cut Creator cut the record so they don't
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I make hard rock jams for hard fans
What I'm sayin' is for real ain't lala land
Got a can full of jams off the lid
in New York is doin' what I did
Cold of a story I paid my dues
I rocked at house I was down with crews
Now never be caught I'm on my P's and Q's
And for the rest of your life you be in my shoes
I scar stones hard like cement
And I rocked jam that I ever went
Cause I got a better reppin' than any has
And I'm down like a brother Alcatraz
Get

I rap the boss is back the man
you should call the party's packed
From Paris to L.A say I'm as sharp as a pin
When it's a J party you gotta get in
So I'm making big steps like Gladys in the pier
One rhyme on my tinsels as I leave my lip
Up the block kids are talking and the news
the new grandmaster the one you'll choose
Cause I'm chuckling I wanna stomp the
When I it couldn't bore it could only impress
I'm not a Hula-Hoop this isn't a passing
Hard work pays I'm getting up A's
Cool J is running I want it understood
Executioner I should a black hood
And carry an axe I'm ruff on wax
speaking "phone-wear from durable" eight-tracks
Get

(G, G, G, G, G, G, Get Down)