Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you shit I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not it, get hot like a furnace
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, 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, don't it
Won't out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now

(chorus)
Make this money, this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can this from 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 your people
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
but you lookin
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
the game when I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch task force dash lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my type proper
Better quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? 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 registered voter, a quota
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then the floor up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to my supporters
wives and daughters
Brought 'em spray from estee lauders
Call to order

Aiyyo, me diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight it, love two things my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all like yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks no problem
Make and tracks and go harlem
I get worldwide
Got so spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep around 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 e'ry channel with the iverson
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
slay rob
How many niggaz tried to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz the wing
If I go to jail I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth the laser
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)