Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - mumbling]
They said I'm a rottweiler
And I'm from the rottweiler house, the rottweiler new

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking with niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was born
And I was on fish and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big
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 with (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to suck her own titty; put it in the
Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't 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)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

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

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then tear the up
On the world tour with whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
'em neck spray from estee lauders
Call puffy to

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

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
Flow in channel with the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the
Act like you pull that thing thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's
Moves for paper, no chaser
out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)