Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born
And I was all ready on fish and

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack a vulture
If I I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck permits

We own the city, on the phone with
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to her own titty
Put it in the

Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out and ya bet I won't
Till my whole wardrobe is it, now

Make this money, this money
no way you can take this from me
Ain't funny, shake it honey
Take it money, now get it

Creep with your people, though my shit is and low it's no equal
butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the and the soldiers sit
When I came, the that I owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the for the stinking
Watch the force task for look Marlboro
a big chance, big pants
Might guard him with my a type barber

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique argue
You ain't my crew, who are you
For we take off sure that your seated
Billboard read it it

Make this money, this money
Ain't no way you can this from me
Ain't funny, shake it honey
Take it money, now get it

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids me when they older
I put by the stroller, I'm registered voter, motherfucker quota
some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow up out the water
I'm break this game it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, tear the floor up

On the world tour with whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them them niggas in the drop thinks cooler
All the five quarters, headline supporters, hitting and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Lauders, call Puffy to order

Ayo, me Diddy I run this city
Send the cops, the and D.A to come get me
wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get in the Bentley red at one fifty

Straight lose it, two things my family, my music
Might co-write and it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all like Bruce did

Deuce it, break and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
Get worldwide coverage, got so spots
I even buy luggage, ya love it

Make major, hide out in Asia
If girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue
Not and I'm filthy, c'mon

Make money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
Ain't funny, shake it, honey
Take it money, now get it

I be the side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in channel with the Iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to

Can't slay Rob, how niggas done tried to play mob
Quit day job
Tired of putting niggas under the wing
If I go to again I'm going under the bing

Act you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent blocks and Sing-Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with in Killer Queens

Moves for paper, moves no
out the blazer four-fifths with the laser
Come and get your splitted, newspapers say I did it
Now get it

Make this money, this money
Ain't no way you can take from me
Ain't shit funny, it, honey
Take it money, now get it

Make money, take this money
Ain't no way you can this from me
Ain't shit funny, shake it,
it money, now let's get it

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