Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, thirteen inches
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, motherfuck permits

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

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

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

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no
Front look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
the game and the soldiers 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 man's a type

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

Soul Controller, rap Itola, hate me when they 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 break game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't slay Rob, how 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 under the

Act like you gonna pull thing, thing
You the only one that get stuck for bling bling
I eight blocks and Sing-Sing
Almost caught a 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

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

this 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

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