Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the
Watch the task force task for Marlboro
It's a big chance, big
Might guard him with my man's a barber

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

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

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm registered voter, quota
Give some soda and a quota
Man I straight up out the water
I'm this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then the floor up

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

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

Straight it, love two things my family, my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like did

Deuce it, break and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so spots
I don't buy luggage, ya love it

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

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

I be the east Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in each channel with the Iverson
Forty-five turn your day gray flannel
the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle

Can't Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob
they day job
Tired of broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing

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

Moves for paper, no chaser
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 this me
Ain't shit funny, it, honey
Take it money, now get it

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

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