Luyện nghe bài hát I Can't Get With That

Yeah!!
Check it it out
haha gotta keep it fat

Jay Z (repeat 2X)

I can't get that
I gotta keep it thick never so I hit em like this

Straight to the my lyrics is phat I rip it the hell down
More than a fluke I'm regularly this joint so what now
With so many niggas biting it's harder to detect who I be
Well check out the J, check out the A, out the Y, Z
Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * it back
I be that with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom
Better than ever, better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get shit together
I you a snotty nose from body blows
Nobody's safe at a even Gotti goes adios
I Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I it
No need to prolong, check out the man gone,

The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with
Cause just the corner beez the best player
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your
You better blow shhhiiitt out
The back, you brothers are flat
I'll amaze the way Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?
You diggin me, the, epitome of, it raw
You kiddin me, no artist rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still
And we all fall off, but you first G
I'll be the last, it'll be a, day in hell
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your ass
We make hits, and harmony, Take 6

While you brothers double pumped up them hits
Our Roc-A-Fella Sell-A-Out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell mouth, uh

how we do
All year round, this is how it goes
Now it out

I don't it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from my fingers and countin up hundreds
So I a money machine and it goes
A
How many styles I gotta to prove I'm def?
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga
Now he count cause I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's but the truth
Many Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so
my thing is tight, can't slip, grip
like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm
I ain't for you 'less you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know peep the --
It goes, one dime for mind
Two bone for your spine
Cause of ya game is rougher than mine

Chorus: 2X

Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. in the ninety-five
with a little along, c'mon
Sacue Money repesentin
Big Jaz in the
production type shit