Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get
Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a
bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please?
Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a something like

The freelance designer, yo, yo on let's get this shit going
Dres, the impeccable on the mic and flowing
For those who made the or came out on the streets
Sheep, bow your heads 'cause we're about to break beats

City lights shining with the ill
My glare everywhere, don't stare my shit's blinding
I think, I niggas best not blink
'Cause stink and I'm looking at 'em pretty in pink

With a passion, I want to put a in your ego
Your flavour's artificial, a placebo
Black, you can't believe it, you dry heave it
Fake niggas can't achieve it, bitches can't be-weave it

From the streets of New York to where I be on the
Fatter, got your bitch saying, "Baby, the matter?"
As a of fact, it's Dres the knuckle-dragger
With a fresh manicure so I got my and dagger

I with the grifters, my game's ever true
My old skool like the new school review
I biz, on and on for days
And amaze with plays for non-gays,

Nah, fuck Queens, I ain't hushing
I'm crushing mafucks with a from Flushing
A me, getting busy with GMC
Back Rick was fresh and slick the nigga Doug E

Yeah, Tiki the freak, B
a bit before the baby, beat me
Got more peoples any seen in the video clip
And we was getting life's desires from a

to handler and the gambler
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the
You too, a mafucking lyric in a
Helping that Philly shit catch on

light the bat, pass the shit to AZ
Pass the shit to Lord, yo, Lord the shit to me
Yo, wild pass the shit to skip, skip another
The brother about to flip

It's Buckwild Bland with the horrifying
Homicide, Cess, Doctor
My Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese
Popo peace born to KE and all my that be

But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas
We wrote the scripts and the were fit
Original New York, New Jack City type
Now we still we make only to different grooves, black
Sheep, in get back, it's simple as that this

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to
get up, get up, gotta get over
I paid my respect, the cheque's in the

get up, get up, gotta get over
I come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
get up, get up, gotta get over
Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to

Back in the days of bullshit when I was a guy
Taking the train home as I but still I
Never had a clue of I was going to do
To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too

Make the jump, the girls hump, collect a lump
And make speakers pump 'back on the scene
and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for your next

Black is taking rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for more like a fiend
But now I stick nothing but my own clique
I'm getting paid for what? Talking my dick

my prerogative, sucker
Now you can tell father that I'm the motherfucker
On the TV, no, you see me
I'm on the DL, hiding from the industry
Niggas be getting on my nerves

to find the fucking beats that we preserve
See, I've been digging in the for a minute
my grandma's, believe I was up in it
Taking it, breaking it, trying it, it

I have the money so, shit, I wasn't buying it
I had to take what I get and be happy with
Not only records but and food and shit
Niggas to get over on, niggas trying to get over on

trying to get over
That's why I stay refined and never think the other kind
Fake trying to get mine
I had to hold my head despite what was said

I used to that I had some lead
That I could buck off but I got my luck off
Away from Carolina, yo, I had to the fuck off

get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta get mine, yo, time to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, get over
I my respect, the cheque's in the mail

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't
Gotta get up, get up, get over
holding my breath, yo, it's time to exhale