Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these from the, what you gon' do
When you shit I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
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
thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to 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
reach 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 take from me (let's get it)
Ain't shit (uh) shake it honey (let's get it)
it money.. now let's get it (let's get it)

Creep your people
Though my shit is and low it's no equal
but you lookin
Once I throw the in proceed to get cookin
the game when I sewed it
Since you thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force forward 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
we take off make sure you all seated
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they older I put by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then the floor up
On the tour with your whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop cooler
Called up five to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em spray from estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run this
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
raps and tracks and go harlem
I get worldwide
Got so many spots I don't buy luggage, ya love it
Make major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep comin around 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 eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry with the iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to
slay rob
How many niggaz done tried to rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the
Act like you gon' pull thing 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 blazer with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)