Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - almost
They that I'm a rottweiler
And I'm the rottweiler house, the rottweiler new york

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was already on fish and
Creep with the culture, rap I can ya
Attack like a vulture, see I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all 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 permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to suck her own put it in the video
Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole is-it, now listen

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

Creep with people
Though my is sweet and low it's no equal
but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get
the game when I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my type proper
Better learn quick, cause my don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then tear the up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from estee
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight lose it, two things my family my music
Might co-write and it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all like yusef
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
I get worldwide
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, out in asia
If your keep comin around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the bad boy flavor, blue gators
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the soprano, rob marciano
Flow in e'ry channel the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to
slay rob
How many done tried to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the four-fifth with the laser
Come and get shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)