Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack a vulture
If I I get cha, wear 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 burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city

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

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

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

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

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

Better quick, 'cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you
For we take off make sure that 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

Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put by the stroller, I'm registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a
Man I flow 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, headline supporters, hitting wives and
Brought a neck spray Esate Lauders, call Puffy to order

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moves for paper, moves no
Bullets out the blazer with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, say I did it
Now get it

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

Make this money, 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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