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 do these drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a little something

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But foremost, the whole Vargas family
We the scripts and the times were fit
Original New York, New Jack City 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, gotta get
I gotta get mine, yo, it's to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
I paid my respect, the in the mail

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, time to exhale

Back in the of bullshit when I was a small guy
Taking the train as I roamed but still I
had a clue 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, collect a
And make speakers pump 'back on the scene
and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can it for your next dream

Sheep is taking rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for like a crack fiend
But now I stick nothing but my own clique
I'm getting paid for what? Talking about my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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