Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together

One-two-one-two it on
to the shit because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
Listen to the come on and let me spawn
All your then you you go up the river
Listen to the that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
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 we bust on the topic on lust
And my is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get to the rhythm
Yes I'm getting funky and I'm all my jism
John Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any than this

Ad down with the ione
Listen to the because both of them is boney
Got to do it like like chachi and joanie
Because 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 grandma and a grandma tilly
Grand and I'm also a member
Born on the in the month of November
I do the patty in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a
Well, I'm long gone word is
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 I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see happening

I go one two my name was biz mark
But I had to do the shit just let me
On the lyric and the and the verb
Let's kick the off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the with the flavor to spare
Tho moog the funk for your derriere
While on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where going
Talking lots of shit a tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a
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 that I rhyme
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back them off the quills
Nigga 'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., your shit be
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 on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, I've got some
I've got the kung fu grip my green trap kit
Never ever smoking crack
Never ever ever wack
I eat the fuckin' now & laters
Listen to me now, listen to me later
it 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically I'm as as steel
Gonna get it together, it, gonna get it together ma bell
I'm like ma bell, I've got the ill

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