Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you shit I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep 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 it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
Shoot the video, motherfuck permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when 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, take money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this 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 with your
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 I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch force dash forward lookin marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's proper
Better learn quick, my clique don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
'fore we take off make you all seated
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the high up
tear the floor up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em spray 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 leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
lose it, love two things my family my music
Might co-write and it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin yusef
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
Make raps and and go harlem
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 around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the bad boy flavor, light blue
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the soprano, rob marciano
Flow in channel with the iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, they day job
Tired of broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the
Act like you pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get for bling bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost caught a buck for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, booze no
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth the laser
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)