Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

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 to get richer, I'd probably 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
to suck her own titty
Put it in the

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

Make this money, take money
Ain't no way you can take this me
shit funny, shake it honey
Take it money, now 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
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 for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big
guard him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique argue
You my crew, then who are you
For we take off sure that your seated
Billboard read it 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, kids hate me when older
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm voter, motherfucker 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 scorer, then tear the floor up

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

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

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

Make major, hide out in Asia
If your girl 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
Ain't no way you can take from me
Ain't shit funny, 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 gray
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to

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

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

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

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

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

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