Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Straight it, love two things my family, my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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