Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

[Verse 1: D]
Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you know I'm sayin'
This is for all the players and playettes you at you dig
I'm talkin' about from side to that side
East side, west side, your side, my
It's all about funky. man
Ayo, me that microphone
It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm alone, dig it
And I'm stayin' freshly 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 your TV again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
And on your local focal point show
Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an
No sequels, no weed, but I get from all the thugs
Cause they still my
I'm dynamic punks when they see me
They get all shook up 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 I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me
Thinkin' niggas after me, much too paranoid to
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me G's
They after a but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked
I my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in
down the 405, beware of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's what the does
I'm probably wrong but never know it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the motherfuckers roam
Pass the let that Hennessey get to me
Before the
get it on

(x2)]

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

4: Notorious B.I.G.]
(*cough, cough*)
Niggas, now who's the blower, the weed grower
Have you seen like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top with the Glock check your pockets
And your sockets it's just the way my pops me
When you throw the check 'em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to me
And niggas don't make no moves
When I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves
Reminiscin on my days
When I a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had 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 Biggie bring
get it on