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
Listen to the ladies on and let me spawn
All your eggs you you go up the river
Listen to the that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I and I tick and I tock
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 it's a
The that we bust on the topic on lust
And my is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the
Yes I'm getting funky and I'm all my jism
Like John Holmes, the nigga
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
getting any bigger than this

Ad rock down with the
Listen to the because both of them is boney
Got to do it like this like and joanie
Because the cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the and why all the fuss
I ain't got no dust
Yea, you know I'm silly
I've got a hazel and a grandma tilly
royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the of November
I do the patty duke in case you don't
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a
Well, I'm gone word is born
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right wrong
I think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was bernhard
And I've working on my game because 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
kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the to spare
Tho moog with the for your derriere
While we're on topic, yes I like to mention
it comes to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I know where it's going
Talking lots of a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm
Well, I'm a skull 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 that I rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, I'm mace
I back them off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under
Resting on 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 the boot on your 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 behind my green kit
Never ever smoking crack
Never ever ever wack
I eat the fuckin' now & laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me
it 'cause I know 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