Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these from the, what you gon' do
you ready? shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish and
Creep with the culture, rap I can 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 like a
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
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 wanna holla got to follow nigga we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
'til my wardrobe is-it, now listen

(chorus)
this money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this 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 is sweet and low it's no equal
but you lookin
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the game when I it
you came thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my type proper
Better learn quick, cause my don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then tear the up
On the world tour with whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up five reporters to my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get me
Cats leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two my family my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got hawkin like yusef
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 soprano, rob marciano
Flow in e'ry with the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How niggaz done tried to play rob, quit they day job
of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail 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 fifty for fuckin a latin king's
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)