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 with
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like

Straight to the track my lyrics is phat I rip it the down
More than a fluke I'm regularly wreckin this so what now
With so many niggas biting it's harder to detect who I be
Well check out the J, out the A, check out the Y, Z
Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up that
it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back
I be that with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I back
Better than ever, never better, you better,
I suggest the Ex-Lax and get your shit together
I give you a snotty from body blows
Nobody's at a party even Gotti goes adios
I Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, I and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, to flip, I doubt it
No to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin stress
Cause just around the beez the best player
fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You blow that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga's back, you brothers are
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 that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still
And we all fall off, but you first G
be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, like 6

While you brothers double pumped up fake hits
Our Roc-A-Fella never
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell mouth, uh

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

I don't kick it I it, I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from my fingers and countin up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it
A
How styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?
I can even-hah-kick that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask nigga Dash
Now he don't count I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's but the truth
view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so
my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta
a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my
And just in case you know peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for your
Two bone crushers for spine
Cause none of ya is rougher than mine

Chorus: 2X

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