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 get with that
I keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this

Straight to the track my lyrics is phat I rip it the hell
More a fluke I'm regularly wreckin this 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 it up like that
Stingin it, strikin it, it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back
I be nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I back
Better ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Lax and get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose body blows
Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti adios
I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save
One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed
Get it, got it, to flip, I doubt it
No need to prolong, check out the man gone,

The next, player, get no rest, you're livin with stress
just around the corner beez the best player
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin mouth
You better that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga's back, you brothers are
I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the did he say that?
You diggin me, the, epitome of, it raw
You me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although these cats are my style, I'm still thristy
And we all fall off, but you first G
be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell
before you see me, and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, like 6

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

how we do
All year round, this is how it goes
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 bought a money machine and it
A
How styles I gotta kick 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 Dash
Now he don't count cause I'm him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to loot.. so
my thing is tight, can't slip, grip
like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm
I checkin for you 'less you my peoples
And just in case you didn't peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for mind
Two bone for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher mine

Chorus: 2X

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