Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

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

The freelance designer, yo, yo come on let's get this 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

City lights with the ill timing
My glare everywhere, stare 'cause my shit's blinding
I think, I think niggas best not
they stink and I'm looking at 'em pretty in pink

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

From the streets of New York to where I be on the
Fatter, got your bitch saying, "Baby, the matter?"
As a of fact, it's Dres the knuckle-dragger
a fresh manicure so I got my cloak and dagger

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

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

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

Hand to and the gambler
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the
You too, a lyric in a song
Helping Philly Blunt shit catch on

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

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

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

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

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

Make the world jump, the hump, collect a lump
And make your speakers '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 nothing but my own
I'm getting paid for Talking about my dick

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

Trying to the fucking beats that we preserve
See, I've been digging in the crates for a
Even my grandma's, 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 take what I could get and be happy
Not only records but and food and shit
Niggas trying to get over on, niggas to get over on

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

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

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

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
Been my breath, yo, it's time to exhale