Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

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

(chorus)
Make money, take 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)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

Creep your people
Though my is sweet and low it's no equal
Front but you
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task dash forward lookin marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's proper
learn 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 when they older I put cracks by the
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give 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
tear the floor up
On the world with your whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from lauders
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me - I run this city
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come 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 and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break backs and stacks no problem
raps and tracks and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
moves major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a her
I'm the bad boy flavor, blue gators
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 your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit day job
Tired of putting broke under the wing
If I go to jail I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' that thing thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the four-fifth with 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)