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 got it going on
to the ladies come on and let me spawn
All eggs then you you go up the river
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 like John
Hitting mad
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 bust on the topic on
And my moms is not butt, but 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
getting any bigger than this

Ad rock down the ione
Listen to the shit because of them is boney
Got to do it like this like and joanie
Because the cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the
I ain't got no dust
Yea, you I'm getting silly
I've got a grandma hazel and a tilly
royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of
I do the duke in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone is born
Don't need a mother fucking telling me right from wrong
I think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've on my game 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 noun and the
kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the with the flavor to spare
Tho moog with the for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes I to mention
When it comes to boning I'm
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where going
lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because I know I'm freaking
Well, I'm a skull 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 that I rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, I'm mace
Because I back them off with the
'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 m.c.a.'s from brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., shit be cooking
Praying on the court and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, up with the boot on your feet
I've got the timbos on the toes and this is how it
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
ever ever smoking crack
Never ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' now & laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it rhyme for real
But, yo I'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, it, gonna get it together ma bell
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