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
Little bit of, bit of the 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 let's get 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 shining with the ill timing
My glare everywhere, don't stare 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 in your ego
flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo
Black, you can't believe it, you gotta dry it
Fake niggas can't achieve it, fake bitches can't it

From the of New York to where 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 cloak and

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

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

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

Hand to and the gambler
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the
You too, a lyric in a song
Helping that Philly Blunt shit 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, skip another
The brother about to flip

It's Buckwild Bland the horrifying 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 whole fucking family
We the scripts and the times were fit
Original New York, New Jack City type
Now we still we make moves to different grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back, simple as that this

get up, get up, gotta get over
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

get up, get up, gotta get over
I come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
Been my breath, yo, it's 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 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 speakers 'back on the scene
and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for your next

Black Sheep is rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for more a crack fiend
But now I stick nothing but my own clique
I'm getting 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
Niggas that be on my nerves

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

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

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

I used to wish that I had lead
That I buck off but then I got my luck off
Away Carolina, yo, I had to step 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 in the mail

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