Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these niggaz from the, you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was born
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can ya
Attack a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot a furnace
the video, motherfuck city permits
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 wanna holla got to follow here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now

(chorus)
this money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can this 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 people
Though my shit is sweet and low it's no
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, why's this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch task force dash lookin marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's type
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off make you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids me when they older 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
I'ma the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then the floor up
On the world with your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the thinks cooler
Called up five to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, me diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, two things my family my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got hawkin like yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no
Make and tracks and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya it
moves major, hide out in asia
If girl 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 eastside soprano, rob
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 done to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act like you gon' pull thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling
I represent "a" block in 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)