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 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 hell
More than a fluke I'm regularly wreckin this joint so now
so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be
Well out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Original rap, I'm it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * it back
I be that nigga a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever it when I go, I zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better,
I suggest the Ex-Lax and get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose body blows
Nobody's safe at a party Gotti goes adios
I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so yours
One verse and a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I it
No to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

The next, player, never get no rest, you're with stress
Cause just the corner beez the best player
fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You better blow 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, of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy
And we all gotta 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 hits, and harmony, like Take 6

While you brothers double up them fake hits
Our never Sell-A-Out
Brothers who have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh

how we do
All round, this 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 up hundreds
So I bought a money and it goes
A
How many styles I gotta kick to I'm def?
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a
You can't see this, ask this Dash
Now he don't cause I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the
Many Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so
my is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my
And just in you didn't know peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for mind
Two bone crushers for your
none of ya game is rougher than mine

Chorus: 2X

Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the
with a little help along,
Sacue Money defintly
Big Jaz in the
production type shit