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 players and wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin' about from side to that side
East side, side, your side, my side
all about being funky. man
Ayo, give me that
Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig it
And I'm always stayin' dipped on 1-2-5th
Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin'
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 local focal point video show
Nigga, this how it so fly like an eagle
No sequels, no weed, but I get from all the thugs
Cause they my people
I'm punks panic when they see me
get all shook 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

[Verse 2:
How should I plead, forever 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'
niggas after 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 thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked
I keep my pistol by my one in the chamber
Preoccupied homocide my life's in danger
Rollin' down the 405, of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the jealous roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
the penitentiary
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 from the projects building 70 6C
I food stamps to green stamps rough power amps
And sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep
Niggas got more than Genesis
a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
But youth don't trouble we
Because fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my album title song
But I it takes a year for niggas to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So get it on! yea
the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the uh Notorious is glorious

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