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 morning and realize how fly I am
They know what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Records, I sign myself
Getchya up!

[Verse 1 -
I'm like a addict
these Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, back out, I'm at it
It's my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back to my Craftmatic
Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash,
Had them ass-backwards, fuck 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the girl a itchy
me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box
I got weed, hash; I breeze past, breathe fast
Eat ass on point Steve Nash
But I'm to be OG Nixon in 3
jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got whores. Yours!
Been V.I.P. B.I.G
I never seen a floor (Nope!)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, smoke
Girls contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": you in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a John, the long arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the Of Dimes the way we march with dimes
Good is hard to find
Soft the art I twine
Art design, mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, mine (Mine!)

- Cam'ron]
'Til day, dude, still followed by State troops
Gray Coupe, whip in momma's
a mistake (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, glad he shot 'em
How me holiday? I 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!) Honey smile, act funny-style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220

[Verse 2 - Hell
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna him brain
We rose up to bigger fame, from the tennis chain
Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will ya, man
I left out of Clinton Max, got picked up by Killa fam
We on another level, I'm bout to pull that out
And the other bezel, I get dug like shovels
Y'all niggas with pebbles; I flip big boulders
Rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster
You could gargle cum, ma; why sip
These niggas wanna be Scarface, I'm Sosa
You to have my number if you wanna buy weight
Fuck a borough, we the whole Tri-State
20 on the arm, more rocks on the charm
And I done copped from every damn spot on Audobon
Heavy weed smoker, get for free
Add up everything you got, it ain't to me
I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the
See these little rappin' to rap, man I just happen to rap
what I do: manufacturing crack
Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, with the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy guns, 'bout to buy more trucks
And when we on the road, bitches follow the bus
You mad cause you losing, plus in the
I'm for most of the stabbings and the shootings