Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

[Verse 1: D]
Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you what I'm sayin'
This is for all the and playettes wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin' about from this side to side
East side, west side, your side, my
It's all about funky. man
Ayo, give me microphone
Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig it
And I'm always stayin' freshly on 1-2-5th
Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin'
Okay, okay, okay, okay, Heavy D again
Hallelujah, I'm on TV screen again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
And on local focal point video show
Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an
No sequels, no weed, but I get from all the thugs
Cause they my people
I'm dynamic punks panic they see me
They get all up when my mic's hooked up
get it on

(x2)]
Untouchables at door
(Let's get it on)
All you whack hit the floor

2: 2Pac]
How should I plead, forever thuggin' on a to get G's
Runnin' from enemies ever since the of a seed
I'm under the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas me, much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They after a playa but I let 'em capture me
I gotta the lord for the weed and the nicotine
I sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my in danger
Rollin' the 405, beware of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll know it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
the penitentiary
get it on

(x2)]

[Verse 3: Puba]
I you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green rough power amps
And sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone
So when you see my ass have my or just keep walking
Niggas got more game than
Seen a in L.A. now everybody wanna C
But youth don't trouble we
Because they victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album song
But I understand it takes a for niggas to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So get it on! yea
Split the dutches it with the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the uh Notorious is glorious

4: Notorious B.I.G.]
(*cough, cough*)
Niggas, now who's the mind blower, the weed
Have you seen doubles Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the Glock your pockets
And sockets it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the check 'em throughly
The might spin around and try to bury me
And dead don't make no moves
I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked back niggas better down
down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on