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
Listen to the got it going on
Listen to the ladies on and let me spawn
All your 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 stop with the rock
See I've got heart 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 rhymes that we bust on the topic on
And my moms is not butt, but it
Let me get to the rhythm
Yes I'm getting and I'm shooting all my jism
John Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the shit I'm the ill figure
getting any bigger than this

Ad rock with the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is
Got to do it like this like chachi and
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 know I'm silly
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma
Grand royalprez and I'm a member
Born on the in the month of November
I do the patty in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long word is born
need a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I like I'm hard
But I drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And working on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see happening

I go one two like my was biz mark
But I had to do the just let me embark
On the lyric and the and the verb
Let's kick the shit off yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the to spare
Tho with the funk for your derriere
While we're on topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to boning I'm
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I don't know it's going
Talking lots of shit a little 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 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 m.c.s come in my face, I'm like mace
Because I them 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 brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., shit be cooking
Praying mantis on the and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the on your feet
I've got the timbos on the toes and 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 smoking
ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' now & laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically I'm as as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it ma bell
I'm like ma bell, got the ill communications

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