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 smacked silly, you get smacked
with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I 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 burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when 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, miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't
'til my whole is-it, now listen

(chorus)
this money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can 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 your people
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 I sewed it
you came thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might 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 you all seated
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I flow up out the water
wreck the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
tear the floor up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up reporters to thank my supporters
wives and daughters
Brought 'em spray from estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, me diddy - I run this city
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come 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 and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin yusef
Cause I can, backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
I get worldwide
Got so many spots I even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, out in asia
If your keep 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 soprano, rob marciano
in e'ry channel with the iverson handle
Forty-five turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How niggaz 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 that thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost caught a fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)