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 layer on my voice,
Lawnge, up, we gonna do these drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a little something

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

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

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

the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder
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 and dagger

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

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

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

to handler and the gambler
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the
You too, a mafucking lyric in a
Helping 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 pass the shit to skip, roll another
The light's about to flip

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

But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas
We wrote the scripts and the were fit
Original New York, New Jack type shit
Now we still we make moves only to different grooves,
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
get up, get up, gotta get over
I my respect, the cheque's in the mail

Gotta get up, get up, 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 days of bullshit when I was a guy
Taking the home as I roamed 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 world jump, the girls hump, a lump
And make your pump 'back on the scene
and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for your dream

Black is taking rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for more like a crack
But now I stick with nothing but my own
I'm getting paid for what? Talking 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
Niggas be getting on my nerves

to find the fucking beats that we preserve
See, I've been in the crates for a minute
my grandma's, believe I was up in it
Taking it, breaking it, 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 but clothes and food and shit
Niggas trying to get over on, trying to get over on

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

I used to wish I had some lead
That I could off but then I got my luck off
from Carolina, yo, I had to step the fuck off

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

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