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
Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice,
Lawnge, what's up, we do these drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a little like

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

City shining with the ill timing
My glare everywhere, stare 'cause my shit's blinding
I think, I think best not blink
'Cause they stink and I'm at 'em pretty in pink

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

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

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

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

Yeah, doing the freak, B
Backtrack a bit the baby, beat me
Got more than 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 in a song
Helping that Philly Blunt catch on

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

It's Buckwild Bland the horrifying team:
Homicide, Cess, Sharjean
My nigga Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese
peace born to KE and all my peoples that be

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

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

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

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

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

Black is taking rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for more like a fiend
But now I stick with but my own clique
I'm getting paid for what? Talking about my

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

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

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

Niggas to get over
That's why I stay refined and never think about the other
niggas trying to get mine
I had to hold my despite what was being said

I to wish that I had some lead
I could buck off but then I got my luck off
Away Carolina, yo, I had to step the fuck off

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

Gotta get up, get up, get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills fail
Gotta get up, get up, get over
Been my breath, yo, it's time to exhale