Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I ya?
Said I'd get'cha, 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 it, get hot like a furnace
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
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
my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

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

Creep with your
Though my shit is and low it's no equal
Front but you
I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
you came thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
Watch force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my man's type
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You my crew, who are you? 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 cracks by the
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then tear the up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up five to thank my supporters
wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, me diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna leave me for you comin with me
Gettin head in the bentley red at one
Straight lose it, two things my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin yusef
Cause I can, break and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
I get worldwide
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep comin around 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 eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel with the iverson
Forty-five sparks your day gray 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 broke niggaz 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 get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the four-fifth 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)