Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

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

[Verse 1 -
I'm like a addict
With these Macs I've got a bad
Clack-clack, in the pen, out, I'm back at it
It's my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
Out the hat, black. Back home to my Craftmatic
to it: stash 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, a 50-box
I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, breathe
Eat ass on point like Steve
But I'm fixin to be OG 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 seen a dance floor (Nope!)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella
Girls with want contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave you in ponds and
Don Juan, a Long John, the long arm of harm'll
We like the March Of Dimes the way we with dimes
Good is hard to find
Soft white the art I
Art design, archin' mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's (Mine!)

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

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