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 silly
Fucking with these niggaz the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack a vulture, see what I told 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 it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
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 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)
Make this money, take this (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this 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 your
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
but you lookin
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the 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 force forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my man's proper
learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
hate me when they older I put cracks 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 game it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then the floor up
On the world tour with your out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up five to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
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 leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight it, love two things my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got hawkin like yusef
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
I get worldwide
Got so spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, out in asia
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a 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 channel the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to
slay rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act like you gon' pull thing thing
You the only one that get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost caught a buck for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the four-fifth with the laser
Come and get shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)