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

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit we kick it until dawn
to the abstract got it going on
Listen to the come on and let me spawn
All your then you you go up the river
Listen to the abstract that nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
And I can't 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 a must
The rhymes that we bust on the 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
Like John Holmes, the x-rated
to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than

Ad rock down with the
Listen to the because both of them is boney
Got to do it like this like chachi and
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 know I'm getting
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma
royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the in the month of November
I do the duke 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 a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm
But I shall the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see what's

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 but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho moog the funk for your derriere
we're on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to boning I'm
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My is roaming and I don't know where it's going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the
I've got to get him by the reigns 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
I had to talk about the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
Because I them off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under
on nine one one sixteenth ave off the farmes 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 with the boot on 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 my green trap kit
Never ever ever crack
Never ever ever fucking
I eat the fuckin' pineapple now &
to me now, don't listen to me later
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' for real
But, yo technically I'm as as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, 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