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, what's up, we gonna do these drops or
Yeah, and it a little something like

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

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

a passion, I want to put a gash in your ego
Your artificial, a goddamn placebo
Black, you believe it, you gotta dry heave it
Fake niggas can't achieve it, fake bitches can't it

the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder
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 style's old like the new school review
I gets biz, on and on for
And amaze with plays for non-gays,

Nah, fuck that Queens, I ain't
I'm mafucks with a bumrush from Flushing
A member me, busy with GMC
Back when Rick was and slick the nigga Doug E

Yeah, Tiki the freak, B
Backtrack a bit before the baby, me
Got more peoples than any seen in the video
And we was getting desires from a strip

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back in the days of bullshit when I was a 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 world jump, the 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 crack
But now I with nothing but my own clique
I'm getting paid for what? Talking my dick

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

to find 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 only records but and food and shit
Niggas trying to get over on, trying to get over on

Niggas trying to get
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 being

I used to wish 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

get up, get up, gotta get over
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

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