Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

[Verse 1: D]
Yeah, this is, uh, funk you know what I'm sayin'
This is for all the and playettes wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin' about this side to that side
East side, west side, side, my side
It's all about funky. man
Ayo, me that microphone
It's D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig it
And I'm always freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV screen
You see me on your MTV and on BET
And on your local point video show
Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an
No sequels, no weed, but I get from all the thugs
Cause still my people
I'm dynamic punks when they see me
get all shook up when 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 should I plead, forever on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies ever since the of a seed
I'm pressure the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas me, much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't 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 wicked
I my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with my life's in danger
Rollin' down the 405, of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's the fame does
I'm wrong but I'll never know it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the let that Hennessey get to me
the penitentiary
get it on

(x2)]

[Verse 3: Puba]
I thought you knew I stay 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 stamps power amps
And sold weed corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or keep walking
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 keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album song
But I it takes a year for niggas to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So get it on! yea
Split the dutches fill it 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 mind blower, the grower
you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the Glock check pockets
And your sockets just the way my pops taught me
When you the drop check 'em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to me
And dead don't make no moves
When I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no aight
on my swinger days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggas duck down
down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the Biggie bring
get it on