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

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
And I can't stop with the body
See got heart like John Starks
mad sparks
me the mic
And I'll be rocking the park
I'm the m to the see to the a and a must
The that we bust 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
Like John Holmes, the x-rated
to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's 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 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 I'm getting silly
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma
royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the in the month of November
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 long gone word is
Don't need a mother fucking telling me right from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm
But I shall drive the lane like I was bernhard
And I've working on my 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 just let me
On the lyric and the noun and the
Let's the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to
Tho moog with the funk for derriere
While we're on that topic, yes I like to
When it comes to I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I know where it's going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the
I've got to get him by the reigns because I 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 talk about the times that I
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
I back them off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the farmes

I'm manhattan m.c.a.'s from brooklyn
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 boot on 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 ever crack
Never ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' now & laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me
Fuck it 'cause I know I make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically I'm as hard as
Gonna get it together, watch it, 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