Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

Black Sheep, to nova, I gotta get up and get over
Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a
Little bit of, bit of the on my voice, please?
Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do these or what
Yeah, and it goes a little 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 purchase or out on the streets
Black Sheep, bow heads 'cause we're about to break beats

City lights with the ill timing
My glare everywhere, don't stare 'cause my shit's
I think, I think niggas best not
'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 goddamn
Black, you believe it, you gotta dry heave it
Fake niggas achieve it, fake bitches can't be-weave it

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

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

Nah, fuck Queens, I ain't 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 before the baby, me
Got more peoples than any seen in the video
And we was getting life's from a strip

Hand to handler and the
me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler
You too, a mafucking lyric in a
Helping that Blunt shit catch on

Popote light the bat, 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 to flip

Buckwild Bland with the horrifying team:
Homicide, Cess, Doctor
My Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese
peace born to KE and all my peoples that be

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

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

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

Back in the of bullshit when I was a small guy
the train home as I roamed but still 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 girls hump, a lump
And your speakers pump 'back on the scene
Crispy and clean' yo, the rap 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 nothing but my own
I'm getting for what? Talking about my dick

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

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

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

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

I used to wish I had some lead
That I buck 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 to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
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