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

One-two-one-two it on
to the shit because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
Listen to the ladies on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the abstract that nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
And I can't with the body rock
See got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad
me the mic
And I'll be the whole park
I'm the m to the see to the a and it's a
The rhymes that we bust on the 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 x-rated
to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any 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
Because she's the and I'm the macaroni
So why all the and why all the fuss
I ain't got no dust
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 remember
Well, I freak a funky beat the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm gone word is born
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right wrong
I don't I'm slick nor do I play like 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 name was biz
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 for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes I like to
it comes to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the
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 when I get my I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
Because I had to about the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, I'm like
Because I back off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I tell you, 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s from
Yea, m.c.a., your shit be
Praying mantis on the court and I be beat
So, yo tip, what's up the boot 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, got some shit
I've got the kung fu behind my green trap kit
ever 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 didn't make it fuckin' for real
But, yo I'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it 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