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

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
Listen to the ladies on and let me spawn
All eggs then you you go up the river
Listen to the that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I and I tock
And I can't with the body rock
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 it's a
The rhymes 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
Nobody's getting any bigger than

Ad rock with the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is
Got to do it like like chachi and joanie
Because she's the and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the
I ain't got no dust
Yea, you know I'm getting
I've got a grandma and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm a member
Born on the in the month of November
I do the patty duke in 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 from wrong
I don't think I'm nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan
And working 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 just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the
Let's kick the 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 your
While on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where going
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 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 tell you, nigga 'cause keep you under prills
on nine 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 and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, up with the boot on your feet
I've got the timbos on the and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, got some shit
got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever smoking crack
Never ever ever fucking
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, it, gonna get it together ma bell
I'm like ma bell, I've got the ill

Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma
it on and on