Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the got it going on
Listen to the come on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I and I tick and I tock
And I stop with the body rock
See I've got heart John Starks
Hitting mad
me the mic
And be rocking 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 to the rhythm
Yes I'm getting and I'm shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the x-rated
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than

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
I ain't got no dust
Yea, you know I'm silly
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma
royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the in the month of November
I do the patty duke in you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a
Well, I'm long word is born
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right wrong
I don't think I'm nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was bernhard
And I've on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it and see what's happening

I go one two like my was biz mark
But I had to do the shit let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the
Let's kick the shit off yo, I'm not the herb
Well, not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho moog with the funk for derriere
While on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to boning I'm
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
got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a
And when I get my I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
I had to talk about the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back them off the quills
'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., shit be cooking
mantis on the court and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on your
I've got the timbos on the toes and 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 behind my green trap kit
ever ever smoking crack
Never ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' now & laters
Listen to me now, don't to me later
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo I'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it ma bell
I'm ma bell, I've got the ill communications

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