Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get
Yo, Lisle, put a, put a little
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 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 out on the streets
Black Sheep, bow your heads 'cause we're about to beats

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

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

the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder
Fatter, got your saying, "Baby, what's 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 game's ever
My style's old skool like the new review
I biz, on and on for days
And amaze plays for non-gays, queens

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

Yeah, doing the freak, B
Backtrack a bit before the baby, me
Got more peoples 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 lyric in a
Helping that Philly Blunt shit 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 light's about to flip

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

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

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

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

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

the world jump, the girls hump, collect a lump
And make your pump 'back on the scene
Crispy and 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 fiend
But now I stick nothing but my own clique
I'm getting paid for what? Talking my dick

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

Trying to find the beats that we preserve
See, I've been digging in the for a minute
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 what I could get and be happy with
Not records but clothes and food and shit
Niggas to get over on, niggas trying to get over on

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

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

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

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