Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hand to and the gambler
me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler
You too, a lyric in a song
Helping Philly Blunt shit catch on

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

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

But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas
We wrote the scripts and the times fit
Original New York, New Jack City shit
Now we still we make only to different grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back, it's 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 paid my respect, the in the mail

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

Back in the of bullshit when 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 world jump, the girls hump, collect a
And make your speakers pump on the scene
Crispy and yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for next dream

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

It's my prerogative,
Now you can your father that 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

to find the fucking beats that we preserve
See, I've been digging in the crates for a
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 wasn't it
I had to take what I could get and be happy
Not only but clothes and food and shit
Niggas trying to get over on, trying to get over on

trying 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
That I could off but then I got my luck off
Away from Carolina, yo, I had to the fuck off

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

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