Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique argue
You my crew, then who are you
For we take off make that your seated
read it believe it

Make this money, this money
Ain't no way you can take this 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 cracks by the stroller, I'm registered voter, quota
Give some soda and a quota
Man I flow up out the water
I'm break this game till it say out of
Who's the high scorer, then the floor up

On the world tour your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the thinks cooler
All the quarters, headline supporters, hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from 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 you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one

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

Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no
raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get coverage, got so many spots
I even buy luggage, ya love it

moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girl 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 shit funny, shake it,
it money, now let's get it

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

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

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

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

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

Make this money, take this
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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