Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with niggaz from the, what you gon' do
you ready? shit I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
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 inches, I see the big picture
If to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, city permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't
'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) shake it (let's get it)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

Creep your people
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
my man's type proper
Better quick, cause my clique don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
'fore we off make sure you all seated
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they older I put by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow up out the water
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the thinks cooler
Called up five to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em neck spray from estee
Call to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
Send the cops, the d.a. and to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for you comin with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight lose it, two things my family my music
Might co-write and it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in
If your girl 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
Flow in e'ry channel with the iverson
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
slay rob
How many niggaz done tried to rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting niggaz under the wing
If I go to again I'm goin under the bing
Act like you pull that thing thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost caught a fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer 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)