Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - almost
They said 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 ready? shit I was born
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep 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 it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to 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
reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now

(chorus)
this money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take from me (let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh) it honey (let's get it)
Take it money.. now 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 hook in to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the high up
tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop cooler
Called up five reporters to my supporters
wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from estee
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight lose it, two things my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin like
I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make and tracks and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya it
Make moves major, hide out in
If your keep comin around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the bad boy flavor, light gators
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done 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 you gon' pull that thing thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, booze no
out the blazer four-fifth with 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)