Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
to the ladies come on and let me spawn
All your then you you go up the river
Listen to the abstract that nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I and I tock
And I can't stop with the body
See I've got like John Starks
mad sparks
me the mic
And I'll be the whole park
I'm the m to the see to the a and it's a
The rhymes that we on the topic on lust
And my is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the
Yes I'm getting and I'm shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the nigga
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any than this

Ad rock down the ione
Listen to the shit because of them is boney
Got to do it this like chachi and joanie
she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the and why all the fuss
Because I got no dust
Yea, you know I'm silly
I've got a hazel and a grandma tilly
royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the of November
I do the patty in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long word is born
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me from wrong
I don't think I'm nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall the lane like I was evan bernhard
And working on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see what's

I go one two like my name was biz
But I had to do the shit just let me
On the lyric and the noun and the
Let's the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the with the flavor to spare
Tho with the funk for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes I to mention
When it to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I don't where it's going
Talking lots of shit a tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because I know I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky and I'm a scorpio
And I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
Because I had to talk about the times that I
And when m.c.s come in my face, I'm mace
Because I back off with the quills
Nigga I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the farmes

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., shit be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and I can't be
So, yo tip, what's up the boot on your feet
I've got the timbos on the and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, I've got shit
I've got the kung fu grip behind my trap kit
Never ever smoking crack
Never ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple now &
to me now, don't listen to me later
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' for real
But, yo technically I'm as as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together ma
I'm like ma bell, got the ill communications

Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma
it on and on