Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

[Verse 1: D]
Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you know what I'm
is for all the players and playettes wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin' about from this side to that
East side, side, your side, my side
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 always freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
the dogs bark and the dreadlock 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 point show
Nigga, how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels, no weed, but I get love all the thugs
they still 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 door
(Let's get it on)
All you whack hit the floor

[Verse 2:
How I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies ever since the days of a
I'm under pressure the stress will have me
Thinkin' niggas after me, much too to blink
Wonder why the police don't see me stackin' G's
They after a but I won't let 'em capture me
I thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my in danger
Rollin' the 405, beware of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but never know 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: Grand
I thought you knew I true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the projects building 70 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps power amps
And sold weed under lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking
Niggas got more than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now wanna C
But youth don't trouble we
Because they fall victim to what see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ 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 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 Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the Glock your pockets
And your sockets it's the way my pops taught me
you throw the drop check 'em throughly
The bastard might spin and try to bury me
And dead niggas don't no moves
When I'm slingin' in the hood I fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swinger
When I drove a and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci I had Sarducci suits
Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked niggas better duck down
down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the Biggie bring
get it on