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

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit because we it until dawn
to the abstract got it going on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me
All your eggs 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 stop the body rock
See I've got heart like Starks
mad sparks
me the mic
And I'll be the whole park
I'm the m to the see to the a and it's a
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 getting funky and I'm shooting all my
Like John Holmes, the nigga
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill
getting any bigger than this

Ad rock with the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is
Got to do it like this like chachi and
Because she's the and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the
Because I got no dust
Yea, you know I'm silly
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma
Grand royalprez and I'm also a
on the cusp in the month of November
I do the patty duke in case you remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a
Well, I'm long word is born
Don't need a mother fool telling me right from wrong
I think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan
And I've on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see what's

I go one two like my was biz mark
But I had to do the shit 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 with the flavor to spare
Tho with the funk for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes I like to
When it to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I don't know it's going
Talking lots of shit a tweaking on the weekend
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
Because I had to about the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, I'm like
Because I back them off with the
'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s from
Yea, m.c.a., your be cooking
mantis on the court and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on your
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 shit
I've got the kung fu grip behind my trap kit
Never ever ever smoking
Never ever fucking wack
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 rhyme for real
But, yo I'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, 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