Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it until
Listen to the got it going on
to the ladies come on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the abstract that nigga
I'm ad and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I can't stop the body rock
See I've got heart John Starks
mad sparks
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 bust on the topic on
And my is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get to the rhythm
Yes I'm getting funky and I'm shooting all my
Like John Holmes, the nigga
to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger this

Ad down with the ione
Listen to the shit because of them is boney
Got to do it like this like chachi and
Because she's the 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 and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm a member
Born on the cusp in the 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 fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play I'm hard
But I shall drive the like 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 like my name was biz
But I had to do the shit just let me
On the lyric and the and the verb
kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to
Tho moog with the for your derriere
While we're on topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is and I don't know where it's going
Talking of shit a little 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 when I get my 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
I back them off with 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 manhattan m.c.a.'s from brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., your be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and I be beat
So, yo tip, up with the boot on your feet
got the timbos 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 behind my green kit
Never ever smoking crack
Never ever ever fucking
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 fuckin' rhyme for
But, yo technically I'm as hard as
get it together, watch 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