Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

[Verse 1: D]
Yeah, is, uh, super funk you know what I'm sayin'
This is for all the players and playettes you at you dig
I'm talkin' about from this side to that
East side, west side, your side, my
It's all being funky. man
Ayo, me that microphone
Heavy D the baritone and I'm home 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 Heavy D
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV screen
You see me on MTV and on your 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 all the thugs
Cause they still my
I'm dynamic punks panic when see me
They get all shook up when my 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 the days of a seed
I'm pressure the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me, too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They a playa but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the
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, beware of
Hand on my 4-5 what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it til I'm
From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers
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 this rhyme I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the building 70 apartment 6C
I food stamps to green stamps rough power amps
And sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep
Niggas got game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now wanna C
But youth don't trouble we
Because they fall victim to they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last title 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 with the skunk we to
Get wicked in the joint uh is glorious

4: Notorious B.I.G.]
(*cough, cough*)
Niggas, now who's the mind blower, the grower
Have you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme
B.I.G. top notch with the Glock check pockets
And your sockets just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the check 'em throughly
The bastard spin around and try to bury 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 drove a and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had suits
Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back better duck down
Face down you know the routine the
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on