Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

[Intro -
say beauty's in the eye of the beholder
That's why I look in the every morning and realize how fly I am
wanna know what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Records, I sign myself
cake up!

[Verse 1 -
I'm a crack addict
these Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, out, I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer know magic, black rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back to my Craftmatic
Next to it: mattress. Under it: cash, bastard
Had them bitches ass-backwards, fuck 'em like a
Is she crab status? Call the a itchy twat
Stick me not, I go and get dutches, it's a
I got weed, hash; when I past, breathe fast
Eat ass on like Steve Nash
But I'm to be OG Nixon in 3
Enough jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my are a G
I got whores. Yours!
V.I.P. since B.I.G
I never seen a dance (Nope!)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella
Girls with contacts contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave you in and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John, the arm of harm'll hitchya
We the March Of Dimes the way we march with dimes
Good help is to find
white the art I twine
Art design, archin' mine, to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's (Mine!)

- Cam'ron]
'Til day, dude, still followed by State troops
Gray Coupe, in momma's name
a mistake (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, glad he shot 'em
How me I love it when mommy say
(Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on
Get ya up, jewelry tight, swagger right
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy!) smile, don't act funny-style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220

2 - Hell Rell]
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna him brain
We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the chain
Make foes get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man
I left out of Clinton Max, got up by Killa Cam's fam
We on another level, I'm bout to pull Porsche out
And flood the other bezel, I get dug shovels
Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; I big boulders
Switch Rovers, hit 'em the gun that's in his holster
You gargle cum, ma; why sip soda?
These wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You need to have my number if you buy weight
Fuck a borough, we floodin' the whole
20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the
And I done copped from every damn haze on Audobon
Heavy weed smoker, get for free
Add up you got, it ain't amountin' to me
I'm in the Victoria, Mac in the back
See these little niggas to rap, man I just happen to rap
Know I do: manufacturing crack
talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy more guns, 'bout to buy trucks
And when we on the road, bitches follow the bus
You mad you losing, plus in the Bronx
I'm responsible for most of the stabbings and the