Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

[Verse 1: D]
Yeah, this is, uh, super you know what I'm sayin'
This is for all the and playettes wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin' about this side to that side
side, west side, your side, my side
It's all about funky. man
Ayo, me that 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 be sparkin' spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's D again
Hallelujah, I'm on TV screen again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
And on your local focal video show
Nigga, this how it flow so fly an eagle
No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the
Cause still my people
I'm dynamic panic when they see me
get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
get it on

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

[Verse 2:
How should I plead, thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from ever since the days of a seed
I'm pressure the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas me, much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't see me stackin' G's
They after a playa but I won't let 'em me
I gotta thank the lord for the and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked
I keep my pistol by my one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in
Rollin' down the 405, beware of
Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame
I'm probably wrong but I'll know it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the jealous roam
Pass the weed let Hennessey get to me
Before the
get it on

(x2)]

[Verse 3: Puba]
I thought you knew I stay true to this thing I do
I all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style the projects building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power
And weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or keep walking
Niggas got more game than
a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
But them youth trouble we
Because they victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last title song
But I understand it takes a for niggas to catch on
(hit em in the dog) So let's get it on! yea
Split the dutches fill it the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the joint uh is glorious

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