Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these from the, what 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?
I'd get'cha, wear 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 like a
Shoot the video, city permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

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

Creep with your
Though my shit is sweet and low it's no
Front but you
I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the game when I it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
Watch task force dash lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my man's proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
'fore we take off make sure you all
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
Give some soda 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 tear the up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em neck spray estee lauders
Call to order

Aiyyo, call me - I run this city
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 it, love two things my family my music
Might co-write and it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all like yusef
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
Make raps and and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I 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, light blue
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the soprano, rob marciano
Flow in e'ry channel with the handle
Forty-five sparks turn 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 putting broke under the wing
If I go to again 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" in sing sing
Almost caught a buck for fuckin a latin king's queen
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the
and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)