Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together (Buck-Wild Remix)

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
to the abstract that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I and I tick and I tock
And I can't stop with the body
See I've got heart like Starks
Hitting mad
me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole
I'm the m to the see to the a and a must
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 all my jism
Like John Holmes, the nigga
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill
Nobody's getting any bigger this

Ad rock down with the
Listen to the shit 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 fight and why all the
Because I ain't got no
Yea, you I'm getting silly
I've got a hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand and I'm also a member
on the cusp in the month of November
I do the duke in case you don't remember
Well, I a funky beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone word is
Don't a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I don't I'm slick 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 name was biz
But I had to do the just let me embark
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 spice with the to spare
Tho moog with the for your derriere
While we're on topic, yes I like to mention
When it to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where it's
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the
got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
Because I had to talk the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back them off with the
Nigga 'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you prills
Resting on one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s 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
I've got the timbos on the and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, got some shit
I've got the kung fu grip behind my green kit
ever ever smoking crack
Never ever fucking wack
I eat the pineapple now & laters
Listen to me now, listen to me later
Fuck it 'cause I I didn't make 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 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