Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you shit I was born ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
with 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 like a
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

(chorus)
Make this money, take this (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 with your
Though my shit is and low it's no equal
but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in to get cookin
the game when I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my type proper
Better quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off make sure you all
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then the floor up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop cooler
Called up reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
Send the cops, the d.a. and to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for you comin with me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my family my
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got hawkin like yusef
Cause I can, backs and stacks it's no problem
Make and tracks and go harlem
I get worldwide
Got so many spots I don't buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, out in asia
If your girl 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 gray
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the
Act you gon' pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
out the blazer four-fifth with 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)