Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Creep with the culture, rap I can ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, 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 it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck permits

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

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

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

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

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

Better learn quick, 'cause my 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, take this
Ain't no way you can take this me
shit funny, shake it honey
Take it money, now get it

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

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

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

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

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

Make moves major, hide out in
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

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

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

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 going the bing

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

for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the 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
Ain't shit funny, shake it,
it money, now let's get it

Make 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

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