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 got it going on
Listen to the come on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the
to the abstract that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
And I stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John
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 rhymes that we bust on the topic on
And my is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the
Yes I'm getting funky and I'm shooting all my
Like Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any than this

Ad rock down the ione
Listen to the shit because both of is boney
Got to do it like like chachi and joanie
she's 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
I've got a grandma and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm a member
Born on the cusp in the of November
I do the patty duke in you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone word is
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play I'm hard
But I shall drive the like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my game because is taxing
Got to get it and see what's happening

I go one two like my was biz mark
But I had to do the shit just let me
On the lyric and the and the verb
Let's the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho moog with the funk for derriere
While we're on that topic, yes I to mention
When it to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I don't where it's going
Talking of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because I know 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 in my face, I'm like mace
Because I them off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I tell you, 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm manhattan m.c.a.'s from brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., your be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and I can't be
So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on your
I've got the timbos on the and this 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 smoking crack
ever ever fucking wack
I eat the pineapple now & laters
Listen to me now, listen to me later
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, 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