Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these niggaz from the, you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was born
And I was already on and spaghetti
with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big
If to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to suck her own put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
'til my whole is-it, now listen

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

Creep with people
Though my shit is sweet and low it's no
Front but you
Once I throw the in proceed to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
Watch task force dash forward marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's type
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
we take off make 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 registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow up out the water
I'ma the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
tear the floor up
On the world with your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray estee lauders
Call to order

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
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
lose it, love two things my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin yusef
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
raps and tracks and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya it
moves major, hide out in asia
If your girl 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 eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel with the iverson
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
slay rob
How many done tried to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin the bing
Act like you gon' pull thing thing
You the only one that get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer 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)