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 playettes you at you dig
I'm talkin' about this side to that side
East side, side, your side, my side
It's all about funky. man
Ayo, give me that
It's Heavy D the and I'm home alone, dig it
And I'm always stayin' dipped on 1-2-5th
Where the dogs and the dreadlock be sparkin' spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, Heavy D again
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
And on your local point video show
Nigga, how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the
Cause they my people
I'm dynamic punks panic they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's up
get it on

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

2: 2Pac]
How should I plead, forever on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies since the days of a seed
I'm pressure the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me, much too to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me G's
after a playa but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see things
I keep my pistol by my one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in
Rollin' down the 405, of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but never know it til I'm gone
out the ghetto where the jealous 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 true to rhyme thing I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food to green stamps rough power amps
And sold weed under lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my or just keep walking
Niggas got more game than
a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
But youth don't trouble we
they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title
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 it with the skunk we about to
Get in the joint uh Notorious is glorious

[Verse 4: 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 your pockets
And your it's just the way my pops taught me
you throw the drop check 'em throughly
The bastard might spin and try to bury me
And dead don't make no moves
When I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves
Reminiscin on my days
I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
cocked back niggas better duck down
Face you know the routine the cream
you know the drama Biggie bring
get it on