Luyện nghe bài hát I Can't Get With That

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

Jay Z (repeat 2X)

I can't get that
I gotta keep it thick miss so I hit em like this

Straight to the track my lyrics is phat I rip it the hell
More than a fluke I'm regularly wreckin joint so what now
With so many niggas that's 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
it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back
I be that nigga a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom
than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the and that'll get your shit together
I give you a nose from body blows
Nobody's safe at a party even goes adios
I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so yours
One and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, to flip, I doubt it
No need to prolong, out the man gone, haha

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

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

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

I don't kick it I it, I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up
So I a money machine and it goes
A
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a
You see this, ask this nigga Dash
Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad
nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a 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 checkin for you you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know peep the --
It goes, one dime for mind
Two bone crushers for spine
Cause of ya game is rougher than mine

repeat 2X

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