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

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
Listen to the ladies on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the abstract that freaky
I'm ad rock and I shock and I and I tock
And I can't stop with the body
See I've got heart like John
Hitting mad
me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole
I'm the m to the see to the a and it's a
The rhymes that we on the topic 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
John Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the shit I'm the ill figure
getting any bigger than this

Ad rock down the ione
to the shit because both of them is boney
Got to do it like this chachi and joanie
Because she's the cheese and I'm the
So why all the and why all the fuss
Because I ain't got no
Yea, you know I'm getting
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma
Grand royalprez and I'm also a
Born on the cusp in the month of
I do the patty duke in case you don't
Well, I freak a beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm gone word is born
Don't need a mother fool telling me right from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I like I'm hard
But I drive 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 just let me embark
On the and the noun and the verb
kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice 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, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where it's
lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because I that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a skull 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 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 you under prills
Resting on nine one one ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm from m.c.a.'s from brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., shit be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and I can't be
So, yo tip, up with the boot on your feet
I've got the timbos on the toes and is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, I've got shit
I've got the fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever smoking
Never ever ever fucking
I eat the fuckin' 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 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