Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big
If it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to suck her own titty; put it in the
Ya wanna got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now

(chorus)
Make this money, take this (let's get it)
no way you can take this from me (let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it (let's get it)
it money.. now let's get it (let's get it)

Creep with people
Though my shit is sweet and low it's no
Front but you
I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the game I sewed it
Since you thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my man's proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
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
tear the floor up
On the world tour with your out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop cooler
up five reporters 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 feds to get me
wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the bentley red at one
Straight lose it, love two things my family my
Might co-write and it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all like yusef
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
raps and tracks and go harlem
I get worldwide
Got so many spots I 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 e'ry channel the iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
slay 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 goin the bing
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 fifty for fuckin a latin king's
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth the laser
Come and get shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)