Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

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

We own the city, on the with Diddy
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to 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
Till my whole is it, now listen

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

Creep with your people, though my shit is and low it's no equal
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

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

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

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 this till it say out of order
Who's the scorer, then tear the floor up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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