Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these from 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 coach ya, like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen
I see the big picture, if to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, city 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 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, this money
Ain't no way you can take from me
Ain't shit funny, shake it
Take it money, now get it

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

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

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

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

Soul Controller, rap Itola, hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm registered voter, motherfucker
some baking soda and a quota
Man I straight 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, head on the bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop cooler
All the quarters, headline supporters, hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders, call Puffy to

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

Straight lose it, two things my family, my music
Might and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got hulking 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 don't buy luggage, ya love it

Make moves major, out in Asia
If your girl keep coming them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue
Not guilty and I'm filthy,

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

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

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

Act like you gonna that thing, thing
You the only one 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 with the
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 take this me
Ain't shit funny, shake it,
Take it money, now get it

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