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
bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please?
Lawnge, up, we gonna do these drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a little like

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

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

With a passion, I want to put a in your ego
Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn
Black, you believe it, you gotta dry heave it
niggas 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 your bitch saying, "Baby, the matter?"
As a matter of fact, it's Dres the
a fresh manicure so I got my cloak and dagger

I with 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 plays for non-gays, queens

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

Yeah, doing the freak, B
a bit before the baby, beat me
Got more peoples 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 lyric in a song
Helping that Philly Blunt catch on

Popote light the bat, pass the to AZ
Pass the to Lord, yo, Lord give the shit to me
Yo, wild pass the to skip, skip roll another
The brother light's 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 Vargas family
We wrote the and the times were fit
Original New York, New Jack City shit
Now we still we make moves only to grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as 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 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 holding my breath, yo, it's 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 what I was 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 title's
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 paid for what? Talking about my dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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