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 silly
Fucking with these niggaz the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was born
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see 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 a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the phone with (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, she get aroused
to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
'til my whole is-it, now listen

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

Creep your people
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
but you lookin
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my man's proper
Better learn quick, my clique don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
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 bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then tear the up
On the world tour with your out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my
wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
puffy to order

Aiyyo, me diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin head in the bentley red at one
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, break backs and stacks it's no
raps and tracks and go harlem
I get worldwide
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in
If your girl keep comin 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 eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry with the iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to rob, quit 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 that thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost caught a fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, 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)