Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - almost
They said 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, what you do
When you ready? I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see I told ya?
I'd get'cha, wear 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 a furnace
Shoot the video, city permits
We own the city, on the phone with (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, she get aroused
Like to suck her own titty; put it in the
Ya wanna holla got to nigga 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 money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take 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 your people
Though my shit is sweet and low it's no
but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off make sure you all
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they older I put by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
some bakin 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 tear the up
On the world tour with your whore out in
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run this
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you with me
head in the bentley 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
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no
Make and tracks and go harlem
I get worldwide
Got so spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make major, hide out in asia
If your keep comin 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 e'ry channel the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle
slay rob
How many niggaz done to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the
Act like you gon' pull thing 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, booze no
Bullets out the four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)