Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

Black Sheep, ready to nova, I 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 designer, yo, yo come on let's get this shit going
Dres, the impeccable nigga's on the mic and
For those who the purchase or came out on the streets
Black Sheep, bow your heads 'cause about to break beats

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

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

From the streets of New York to I be on the ladder
Fatter, got your saying, "Baby, what's the matter?"
As a of fact, it's 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 review
I biz, on and on for days
And amaze with for non-gays, queens

Nah, that Queens, I ain't hushing
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 desires from a strip

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

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

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

But foremost, the whole fucking family
We wrote the scripts and the were fit
Original New York, New City type shit
Now we still we make moves only to different grooves,
Sheep, in fact get back, simple as that this

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

get up, get up, gotta get over
I come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
Gotta get up, get up, get over
Been holding my breath, yo, 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 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, collect a
And make your pump 'back on the scene
Crispy and clean' yo, the rap redeemed
So you can save it for your dream

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

It's my prerogative,
Now you can tell father that I'm the motherfucker
On the TV, no, you see me
I'm on the DL, hiding from the industry
Niggas that be on my nerves

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

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

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

I used to wish that I had some
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, gotta get
I gotta get mine, yo, it's to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
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
Gotta get up, get up, get over
Been my breath, yo, it's time to exhale