Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nah, fuck that Queens, I hushing
I'm crushing mafucks a bumrush from Flushing
A me, getting busy with GMC
Back when Rick was fresh and slick the Doug E

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

Hand to handler and the
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the
You too, a mafucking lyric in a
Helping Philly Blunt 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, roll another
The brother light's about to

It's Buckwild with the horrifying team:
Homicide, Cess, Sharjean
My nigga 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 shit
Now we still we moves only to different grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back, it's as that this

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

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

Back in the days of bullshit I was a small guy
Taking the train as I roamed 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
Crispy and yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for next dream

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

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

Trying to the fucking beats that we preserve
See, I've been in the crates for a minute
Even my grandma's, I was up in it
Taking it, it, trying it, flying it

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

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

I used to that I had some lead
I could buck off but then I got my luck off
Away from Carolina, yo, I had to 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 come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
get up, get up, gotta get over
Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to