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 then you you go up the
Listen to the abstract that nigga
I'm ad rock and I and I tick and I tock
And I can't stop the body rock
See I've got like John Starks
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 that 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 x-rated
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill
getting any bigger than this

Ad rock down with the
Listen to the shit 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 and why all the fuss
Because I ain't got no
Yea, you I'm getting silly
got a grandma hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of
I do the patty in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone is born
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right from
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play I'm hard
But I shall the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my 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 and the noun and the verb
Let's 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
we're on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My is roaming and I don't know where it's going
Talking lots of shit a 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 the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, I'm like
Because I back off with the quills
'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
Praying on the court and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the 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 trap kit
Never ever smoking crack
ever ever fucking wack
I eat the pineapple now & laters
Listen to me now, don't 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 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