Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? I was born ready
And I was already on fish and
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I 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
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to suck her own 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 won't
'til my whole is-it, now listen

(chorus)
this money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can 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 with your
Though my is sweet and low it's no equal
Front but you
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the game when I it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
Watch task force forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
my man's type proper
Better quick, cause my clique don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
we take off make sure you all seated
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I flow up out the water
wreck the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then the floor up
On the world tour with your out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop cooler
Called up five reporters to my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em spray from estee lauders
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run 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
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
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, blue gators
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the soprano, rob marciano
Flow in e'ry channel with the handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle
slay rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, they day job
Tired of putting niggaz under the wing
If I go to again I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing
You the only one that get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth the laser
and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)