Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

[Intro -
say beauty's in the eye of the beholder
That's why I look in the mirror every 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 myself
cake up!

[Verse 1 -
I'm a crack addict
With these I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, out, I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer black magic, black rabbit
Out the hat, black. Back home to my Craftmatic
to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash, bastard
Had bitches ass-backwards, fuck 'em like a jackrabbit
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 past, breathe fast
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!
Been V.I.P. B.I.G
I never a dance floor (Nope!)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, smoke
Girls with contacts want contact, I 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": you in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John, the long arm of hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the way we march dimes
Good help is hard to
Soft white the art I
Art design, mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to park, it's mine (Mine!)

[Hook -
'Til this day, dude, still followed by State
Gray Coupe, in momma's name
Made a (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, y'all glad he 'em
How me holiday? I it when mommy say
(Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on
Get ya money up, jewelry tight, right
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy!) Honey smile, act funny-style
In one ear, yeah, 220 thou'

[Verse 2 - Rell]
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's give him brain
We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the chain
foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man
I out of Clinton Max, got picked up by Killa Cam's fam
We on another level, I'm bout to that Porsche out
And flood the other bezel, I get dug like
Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; I big boulders
Switch Rovers, hit 'em the gun that's in his holster
You could gargle cum, ma; why sip
These niggas wanna be Scarface, I'm Sosa
You need to have my number if you buy weight
Fuck a borough, we the whole Tri-State
20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the
And I copped from every damn haze spot on Audobon
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for
Add up everything you got, it ain't to me
I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the
See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man I happen to rap
Know I do: manufacturing crack
Keep talking, get you 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 the tour bus
You mad cause you losing, plus in the
I'm responsible for of the stabbings and the shootings