Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

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

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

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

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

From the streets of New York to where I be on the
Fatter, got your bitch saying, "Baby, the matter?"
As a matter of fact, Dres 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 biz, on and on for days
And amaze with for non-gays, queens

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

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

Popote 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 Bland with the team:
Homicide, Cess, Sharjean
My nigga 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 scripts and the were fit
Original New York, New Jack City type
Now we still we make moves only to grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back, it's as that this

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

get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
Been holding my breath, yo, time to exhale

Back in the days of when I was a small guy
Taking the train home as I but still I
Never had a clue of what I was to do
To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too

Make the jump, the girls hump, collect a lump
And make your speakers pump on the scene
and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can it for your next dream

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

It's my prerogative,
Now you can tell your father that I'm the
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 that we
See, I've been digging in the for a minute
my grandma's, believe I was up in it
Taking it, breaking it, 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
trying to get over on, niggas 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 said

I used to wish that I had some
That I could buck off but I got my luck off
Away from Carolina, yo, I had to the fuck off

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

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