Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, I was born 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, 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, city permits

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

Ya wanna holla got to 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

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

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

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the
the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big
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 take off make that your seated
read it believe it

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

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm registered voter, quota
Give some soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the
I'm break game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then the floor up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

this 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

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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