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

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 your then you you go up the river
Listen to the abstract that nigga
I'm ad and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I stop with the body rock
See I've got like 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 moms is not butt, but it
Let me get down to the
Yes I'm funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like Holmes, the x-rated nigga
to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any than this

Ad rock down the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is
Got to do it like this chachi and joanie
Because she's the and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the
Because I ain't got no
Yea, you know I'm getting
I've got a hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the of November
I do the patty duke in case you remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone word is
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm
But I shall drive the lane I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my because life is taxing
Got to get it and see what's 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 shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the
Well, not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho moog with the for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes I like to
When it to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I know where it's 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 funky 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 times that I
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s from
Yea, m.c.a., shit be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and I be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the 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, I've got some
I've got the fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever smoking
ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' now & laters
Listen to me now, listen to me later
Fuck it 'cause I know I make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically I'm as hard as
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together ma
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