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 layer on my voice,
Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a little like

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

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

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

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

I roam with the grifters, my game's 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 mafucks with a from Flushing
A member me, busy with 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 peoples than any seen in the video
And we was getting life's from a strip

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

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

It's Buckwild Bland with the team:
Homicide, Cess, Sharjean
My nigga Black Ron, 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 type shit
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, gotta get
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills fail
get up, get up, gotta get over
Been my breath, yo, it's time to exhale

Back in the days of bullshit I was a small guy
Taking the train home as I 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 jump, the girls hump, collect a lump
And make your speakers 'back on the scene
Crispy and clean' yo, the rap redeemed
So you can it for your next dream

Black Sheep is rap to the extreme
We got you back for more like a crack fiend
But now I with nothing but my own clique
I'm getting paid for 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, hiding from the
Niggas be getting on my nerves

Trying to the fucking beats that we preserve
See, I've digging in the crates for a minute
Even my grandma's, I was up in it
Taking it, breaking it, trying it, 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
trying to get over on, niggas trying to get over on

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

I to wish that I had some lead
I could buck off but then I got my luck off
Away Carolina, yo, I had to step the fuck off

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

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