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 this to that side
East side, west side, your side, my
It's all being funky. man
Ayo, me that microphone
It's 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 be sparkin' spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV again
You see me on MTV and on your BET
And on your local point video show
Nigga, this how it so fly like an eagle
No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the
Cause they my people
I'm dynamic panic when they see me
They get all shook up when my hooked up
get it on

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

[Verse 2:
How should I plead, forever on a quest to get G's
Runnin' enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me, much too to blink
Wonder why the police 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 can't sleep, close my eyes, I see things
I keep my 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 the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll 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: Puba]
I you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a from the projects building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green rough power amps
And sold weed corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep
Niggas got more game Genesis
Seen a 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+ my last album title song
But I understand it takes a year for niggas to 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

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