Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I 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 like a
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't out, and ya bet I won't visit
my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

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

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

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow up out the water
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the high up
tear the floor up
On the world tour with your out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up five to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
Call to order

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

(chorus)

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

(chorus) (x3)