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
Listen to the 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 freaky
I'm ad and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I can't stop with the body
See I've got heart John Starks
mad sparks
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 we bust on the topic on lust
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 John Holmes, the nigga
Listen to the shit I'm the ill figure
getting any bigger than this

Ad rock down with the
Listen to the shit because of them is boney
Got to do it like like chachi and joanie
she's the cheese 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 grandma and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm also a
Born on the cusp in the month of
I do the patty duke in you don't remember
Well, I freak a beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone is born
Don't a mother fucking fool 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 working on my game life is taxing
Got to get it together and see happening

I go one two like my was biz mark
But I had to do the shit just let me
On the and the noun 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 funk for derriere
While on that topic, yes I like to mention
it comes to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is 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 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 about the times 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 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 shit be
mantis on the court and I can't 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 shit
I've got the kung fu grip behind my trap 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 technically I'm as hard as
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it ma bell
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