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 silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was born
And I was already on fish and
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I ya?
I'd get'cha, wear 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, city permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, she get aroused
Like to suck her own put it in the video
Ya wanna got to follow nigga 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, this money (let's get it)
no way you can take this from me (let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh) it honey (let's get it)
it money.. now let's get it (let's get it)

Creep with people
Though my shit is and low it's no equal
Front but you
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get
the game when I sewed it
Since you thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch task dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my man's type
Better learn quick, cause my don't 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
hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
wreck the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then tear the up
On the world tour with your out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up five to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
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 bentley red at one
Straight it, love two things my family my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no
raps and tracks and go harlem
I get worldwide
Got so spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in
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 eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel with the handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit 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 "a" block in sing sing
Almost caught a buck for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, booze no
out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)